Betty's POV

Ivan didn’t slow down as he led me across the marble steps, his hand wrapped around mine. The doors opened before we even reached them, the guards stepping aside their eyes carried respect and recognition.

The moment we stepped inside the mansion, my breath caught. It wasn’t just overwhelmingly huge, but the details stole the air from my lungs.

Crystal chandeliers hung from above like frozen rain, glowing with soft golden light. The walls held old Russian patterns carved with ...