Chapter 41 Damian's Gift

• With a deep breath, Aurora slid out of bed, her body aching from the previous night's activities. She walked to the wardrobe, her eyes lingering on the fine garments that had been provided for her. She had never felt so exposed, yet so powerful. As she pulled on a silk robe, she could feel the weight of her new role settling onto her shoulders.
• As Aurora made her way out of the room, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of victory. The house was hers to navigate now, and she was no longer just a servant to be ignored or pitied. The air was thick with the scent of candles and the faint sound of laughter from the drawing room below. She knew that soon she would be the center of attention, displayed for Damian’s guests like a prized possession.
• Her steps were careful and deliberate as she approached the grand staircase, the silk of her robe whispering against her skin with each movement. As she descended, she saw Lily, Damian's mistress who she has over taken, standing at the bottom, her eyes narrowed in disapproval. Aurora felt a thrill of satisfaction at the sight of the woman who had once held so much power over her.