Hart Mansion – Seraphina's Room
Raya had been trapped~yes, trapped~in the Hart mansion for three and a half days now.
Thank God she'd survived, but only barely. Her strategy? Lock herself up in Seraphina's bedroom like a hermit queen.
She only stepped out when it was time to eat, sneaking through hallways like a ghost, doing everything humanly possible to avoid Seraphina's parents.
The last thing she needed was to slip up and have them realize she wasn't their daughter. That would be another whole level of disaster. Police involvement, maybe.
Headlines: Imposter Found Living in Billionaire Heiress's Bedroom.
And that bastard~Adrian Blake. He hadn't even called.
Not once.
Not a single "Are you alive?" or "Oops, did the Harts discover you're not their child?" Nothing.
Heartless man. Raya kicked the bedsheet in frustration as she paced Seraphina's luxurious room, her bare feet brushing against the soft, expensive rug that probably cost more than her entire college tuition.
