Chapter 118

Olivia POV

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 have been at least three acres of land, with modern architecture that somehow managed to look both imposing and inviting.

“Holy shit,” I breathed. “People actually live like this?”

“We do now.”

“How many rooms does this place have?” I asked as we pulled up to the circular driveway.

“Twenty-two bedrooms, seventeen bathrooms, a home theater, indoor and outdoor pools, a tennis court, a wine cellar, and a few other amenities.” He parked the car in front of massive double doors. “Nothing