This is Book Three in LOST AND FOUND SERIES but can be read as a STAND ALONE.
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Being kept in the shadows and away from
the dangerous life her family lived, Eirene Azalea Petrakis is the epitome of innocence. A beauty as captivating as hers, is b...
"Looking up from underneath, Fractured moonlight on the sea. Reflections still look the same to me, As before I went under. And it's peaceful in the deep, 'Cause either way you cannot breathe."
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I opened my eyes to a room I was not familiar with. Panic, immediately, set in and I pushed the sheets off of me to jump out of the bed.
I bolted towards the first door I saw but came face to face with a huge marble white bathroom. It was beautiful with a big oval-shaped bathtub pushed against the wall and a circular window. On the left side was a shower cubicle made of fogged glass. There was a built-in rack of towels and a huge square-cut mirror right in front of me with a marble white sink.
Wow.
Snapping out of my trance, I saw another door and walked towards it. Ripping it open, I found a staircase and descended it.
The first thing I saw made my eyes almost pop out of their sockets. The emerald-eyed adonis from last night was completely indulged in a make-out session with a brown-haired girl who was sitting on his lap.
My cheeks turned cherry and I quickly looked away. A short, petite woman, dressed in a maid's outfit, stood in the kitchen doorway staring at me intently. I blushed even more, if possible, before making my way to her.
"Hi, I am Eirene. Can you, um, call that man, please? Uh, we have some important business to discuss, if you don't mind." I spoke softly.
She smiled warmly at me and cupped my right cheek, "So beautiful, so ethical." she whispered.
I looked down at the floor and heard her gasp, "Oh dear, you're barefooted. Let me get you a spare pair of slippers. I'll be back before you know it." Saying that she rushed out.
I looked around the black and cream-colored interior of the huge kitchen in awe. Everything in this mansion was extraordinary. Spotting a wooden barstool, I jumped to sit on it and rested my head against the cool, marble slab.
I was scared and felt out of place. All I wanted was to go home and hide in my room. Even though the mansion, whatever I have seen of it, was beautiful, it still felt cold.
The maid came back and placed a pair of white slippers on the floor in front of my feet. Thankful, I smiled at her and slipped my feet through them.
"Thank you..." I trailed awkwardly and she looked at me in amusement.
"Layla." she introduced.
"Thank you, Layla. It's nice to meet you." I replied politely.
"Oh, and the man you were talking about, he has brought you here to marry you. He can be cold sometimes but he has a heart of gold," she said, carelessly, as if we were talking about the weather.
