Chapter 6 - The Sanctuary in the West Wing
Dominic carried Lily into the warm interior of the mansion, guiding Clara up the grand marble staircase past the stunned house staff and guards.
He led them directly into the master suite—a private wing that had remained locked to everyone except himself since Clara's departure six years ago.
Inside, a massive stone fireplace crackled with warm pine logs. Dominic set Lily down on a plush velvet sofa, while a private medical team he had summoned arrived to administer proper asthma treatment and warm fluids for the young girl.
Clara sat beside her daughter, wrapped in a soft cashmere blanket, holding a warm mug of tea with shaking hands.
"Why are you doing this, Dominic?" Clara asked softly, her dark eyes filled with a mixture of relief and deep mistrust. "Six years ago, you threw me out without letting me say a word."
Dominic walked over to the mahogany desk, opening a small velvet-lined drawer. He pulled out a worn, silk handkerchief embroidered with her initials—a keepsake he had kept hidden for six years.
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"Because I was a fool who listened to a snake instead of my own heart," Dominic confessed, his deep voice cracking with rare vulnerability. "And because I am never letting you or our daughter leave this house again."
👉 Read PART 7 to see how Victor attempted a final coup to seize the syndicate!
