The morning sun had barely settled in the sky when Raymond and Valentina stepped out of the car, their presence immediately commanding attention as they entered the Callum' estate.
The grand entrance hall was just as Valentina remembered—cold, imposing, and filled with people who once turned their backs on her.
Her father sat at the head of the room, dressed in a crisp suit, his expression unreadable. Beside him was her stepmother, Maria , a woman who always carried herself with prideful arrogance, her sharp gaze narrowing the moment Valentina stepped in. And then there was her half-sister, Chloe, dressed in an elegant dress, her face twisting into something between shock and resentment.
But what truly caught Valentina's attention was the man sitting on the leather couch.
A stranger—at least, to Raymond. But not to her.
