Olivia

We turned onto a private road that curved through manicured grounds. As we approached, a wrought--iron gate swung open automatically, and I caught a glimpse of the security camera tracking our movement.

"Welcome to home sweet home," Alexander said, guiding the Aston Martin up the winding driveway.

My jaw literally dropped when the Carter estate came into full view. It wasn't just a mansion; it was practically a palace, sprawling across what must ...