Raising a bastard - Rose's POV
Damien strode through the opulent hallways of his new palatial estate, his footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors. The grand foyer opened up into a cavernous space, the vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate frescoes and chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow.
As he ascended the sweeping central staircase, Damien ran his hand along the ornately carved banister, taking in the lavish architectural details with an air of smug satisfaction. This was the life he had grown accustomed to – one of opulence, luxury, and the finer trappings of power.
Reaching the upper landing, he turned down a long corridor lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the meticulously manicured grounds beyond. Damien paid it little mind, his gaze fixed resolutely ahead as he approached a set of double doors at the end of the hall.