Kimberly
The estate loomed ahead like a fortress, its towering walls and grand architecture meant to inspire awe—and fear.
As Kendrick led me inside, his grip still firm but not forceful, I kept my expression neutral, my thoughts carefully concealed behind a mask of quiet compliance.
Every step I took across the polished marble floors felt heavy, not because of exhaustion but because I was walking deeper into the lion’s den.
I had spent the entire ride home memorizing roads, taking mental notes of every landmark, but now, inside these walls, I needed to learn this place just as well.
If I was going to escape, I had to know everything—every hallway, every blind spot, every entrance and exit.
The moment we stepped into the main hall, several staff members straightened, bowing slightl
