Chapter 15
I stepped in the car as Stephanie seated Elegance in the car with her phone in her hand. She slips her wine slowly, her fingers holding the glass like she wanted to show off something.
She looks at me and smiles.
"Ohh, you're here, Miss Juliet…" her voice sounded sweet but I could feel that hidden tone under it.
"You want some wine?" she asked as she was about to get another from the luxury car fridge.
"Ohh, no thanks." I gave her a warm smile.
She looked at me again and smiled like she knew something I didn't.
"You know what, Miss Juliet… you don't need to be nervous about what I said. Just be yourself, okay." She slipped her wine again, staring at me over the rim of the glass.
"I'm not nervous… just curious," I said, keeping my voice calm.
"Ohh…" she smiled, her eyes giving me that look, sharp like a knife.
"I don't know why Aiden is quite fond of her," she whispered, but I could fucking hear clearly. And she knew it.
I pretended I didn't hear what she just said. My face stayed the same, but inside, I was already thinking. She must think I have anything to do with that demon. Maybe she's one of his toys. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. Poor girl, getting all jealous for a man that doesn't give a single piece of respect to women.
I took a deep breath and turned to the window as the driver started the car. The city outside passed in a blur as we drove off. Maevor was seated beside the driver. His face was different. He seemed lost in thought, his jaw clenched, his eyes looking somewhere far away. I had never seen him like that before. It's not that I've known him for so long, but I could tell something in his mood had changed. He wasn't himself.
The rest of the ride was calm, quiet, heavy. Honestly, I kinda loved it. No words, no fake smiles, just the sound of the road and the soft hum of the car.
Then the gates of the estate came into view—tall, black, and intimidating. Men stood there in black suits, earplugs in their ears, sunglasses on their faces. They looked stiff and serious, like soldiers waiting for war.
It's not that sunny to be putting on sunglasses, I laughed to myself.
One of the men stepped forward, nodded at Maevor, and the gates opened smoothly. The car drove in, rolling down a wide path lined with flowers trimmed too perfectly, like even the plants here were under strict control.
The estate was massive. The car stopped in front of a luxurious white mansion, its walls glowing bright under the daylight. A fountain statue stood in the middle, water spilling down in perfect arcs, sparkling like glass. It was the kind of place that wanted you to feel small the moment you saw it.
The security men moved quickly, opening the car doors for us like we were royalty.
I stepped out, my heels clicking against the marble floor of the driveway, and I looked around the place carefully. Everything screamed wealth—too clean, too polished, like even the air here was expensive.
"We will take you ladies inside," one of the men said, his voice straight, no emotion.
We followed him toward the entrance of the mansion. The doors stood tall and heavy, waiting, like they were about to swallow us whole once we crossed inside.