Chapter 220

“Holy shit, it’s Mount Olympus,” I breathe as I stand in front of the Vanderbilt Manor, all forty-thousand square feet of it. According to Tristan, there are two art galleries, a ballroom, a winter garden, a library, a billiard room, a gun room, and … there are so many freaking rooms, I literally don’t remember them all.

“Might as well be,” Zack snorts, “because the people who live here think they’re gods.”

“Oh, like you’re any different, Brooks,” Tristan says, sweeping past and heading up the steps of the white stone manor. The staff greets him warmly which I find surprising. I figured Tristan was the type to treat those around him like ‘the help’. But he actually gives an older, silver-haired man a hug. A hug. How many times have I seen Tristan Vanderbilt hug anyone?

We head into the main hall, and I’m immediately overwhelmed by the amount of space and the lavishness of the décor. There’s a stack of papers on a table with a fresh floral bouquet that’s as big as m