Chapter 23
Looking into Lorik’s eyes with a pleading look, I slowly shook my head. ‘No, Lorik, there’s no way I can go back to that place anymore.”
Lorik froze, as if he never expected me to say no.
In the past few days, I’m sure he felt like I was a different person, and the Sherry that once unconditionally accommodated all his demands had appeared like a dream.
A limousine pulled up downstairs.
I ignored Lorik’s hurt look and stepped into the car, which started and left him alone.
As the car drove, Maurice, who was driving, filled me in on Ethan’s other accomplishments.
“Besides being a renowned pianist, Ethan is also a shrewd businessman. His investments are vast, and his wealth is immense.”
Upon reaching the estate, I was awestruck by the grandeur before me. The front garden seemed endless, meticulously maintained, and bustling with well–trained servants who moved with practiced efficiency. The estate itself was a marvel, its opulence evident in every detail
Inside, the decor was nothing short of extravagant. Ethan’s voice was proud as he explained, “This estate and everything in it are yours to use as you wish.
He guided me through the villa to a room prepared especially for me. As I stepped inside, I felt a rush of anticipation. The room was adorned with elegance, a space fit for someone who had been long awaited. Ethan’s dedication to keeping my mother’s and my belongings intact was evident. It was clear he had prepared for this moment, holding onto hope for our reunion.
My heart swelled with a mix of emotions as I took in the room. I was overwhelmed by the luxury,bur even more by the thoughtfulness behind it.
This was a new beginning, a chance to finally embrace a family I had only dreamed of, and to carve out a future for myself amidst the comfort and security Ethan had provided.
The sprawling estate that Ethan had brought me to was nothing short of a masterpiece of grandeur. As we approached the entrance, the meticulously manicured gardens stretched out before me like
an emerald sea.
The servants who moved through the grounds were the epitome of grace and efficiency. Dressed in
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eir impeccable uniforms, they went about their tasks with practiced precision, tending to the Movers, maintaining the pathways, and ensuring that every detail of the garden was perfect.
Their respect and professionalism were evident in their every gesture, adding to the aura of opulence that enveloped the estate
Inside the mansion, the luxury was just as pronounced. The room prepared for me was a stunning showcase of elegance and sophistication.
There were also cupboards filled with toys for children, a variety of cosmetics, and bags, all neatly arranged for teenage girls. The room was a beautiful blend of style and practicality, reflecting Ethan’s desire to make up for the years he had missed in my life.
phan, visibly emotional, looked at me
‘my child, I am sorry! I wasn’t their when you were growing up.” He expressed “It has always been my
Wish to give you all what you deserved but lacked“.
I was deeply touched by his words “Whatever I am getting now is because of you, I am forever grateful” my eyes filled with tears of joy…
“No my child, it’s me who should be more grateful and feel honored. I never knew destiny would reunite me with the love of my life – my daughter”
His words fell like a sunshine on an ice.. Soothing, breaking the chaos.
As our emotions threatened to overwhelm us again, Maurice stepped in with his usual calm demeanor. “I’ll leave you two to sort things out,” he said, gently guiding us apart.
than, ever the perfectionist, informed me that he was organizing a dinner party in a few days with some of the world’s most distinguished talents and influential people. He was eager for me to make my debut at this high–profile event. The prospect of being introduced to such an elite crowd was both exhilarating and intimidating.
Over the next few days, I settled into the luxurious mansion, quickly adapting to the new lifestyle. The servants treated me with the utmost respect, and their kindness was a far cry from the disdain I had encountered in my previous environments. Lorcia’s negative influence had not even spared The working class. She always paid the servants to ill treatment me. I remember how some of her private maids would disrupt my wardrobe and steal my belongings. The stark contrast to my past experiences was both comforting and humbling.
One evening, Maurice called to invite me to a boutique for a custom–made gown. He promised to pick me up early the next morning. I eagerly agreed, excited at the prospect of finding the perfect. outfit for the upcoming event.
The next day, Maurice arrived in a sleek limousine, and as he opened the door for me, the car’s grandeur attracted curious glances from passersby. Maurice seemed to revel in the attention, a playful smirk on his face. When I asked if accompanying me to shop would detract from his serious business, he reassured me with a chuckle, “Accompanying a lady to buy clothes is very much my
business.”
As we parked at the boutique, I noticed a familiar car parked not far away.
The car belonged to Lorik. Was he here too?
To my surprise, a blonde got out of his car, and it was none other than Lorcia. She noticed our luxury
vehicle, too.
Her gaze fixed on our luxurious vehicle, a mix of envy and disbelief crossing her face. When she saw me and Maurice emerge, her expression twisted into a scowl of irritation.
I had no desire to engage with her, but Maurice gently took my arm and guided me toward the VIP
entrance of the store. Inside, we were greeted by a clerk who informed us that the shop manager would be with us shortly.
It wasn’t long before Lorcia burst into the boutique, her demeanor brimming with self–importance. She glanced around with a haughty air and then, with a loud voice, declared to the clerk.
“I’ve already reserved a high–end dress here, and it’s specifically for the event hosted by Ethan
Winter! Are you sure this store is an exclusive boutique that only allows VIP customers? If that’s the case, then why is that shabby woman here?”
The clerk, clearly embarrassed, quickly corrected her, “Actually, Miss, this is a high–ranking VIP client. She is not here to by a readymade dress but to order an especially customized Royal
collection.”
