When she first stepped into his world, the shine was blinding. It wasn’t just the polished marble floors that reflected light in impossible ways, or the towering glass windows that captured sunsets like paintings hung just for him. It was everything—effortless, curated, and impossibly distant from the life she had known. Cars waited without being called. Tables were reserved without asking. Doors opened before she even reached for them. It felt less like stepping into someone’s life and more like crossing into a carefully constructed illusion where nothing unpleasant was allowed to exist. People noticed. They always did. Whispers followed...
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