Chapter 39

• Roxanne’s POV
• Weeks had slipped by like quiet shadows, washing away the lingering nightmares of the past.
• Standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the grand master suite, I watched the afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow across the manicured lawns of the estate. The heavy, oppressive dread that had once suffocated these walls was completely gone. The grand mansion no longer felt like a gilded cage or a prison built by a paranoid syndicate boss; it felt like a home.