Paradox of Deceit

Chapter 3: West Wing

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As I followed Aurélia through the winding corridors of the mansion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The air was thick with the scent of luxury and power, but beneath it, I detected a hint of decay and corruption.

Aurélia led me to a lavish bedroom, adorned with black silk curtains and a massive four-poster bed. "This will be your room," she said, her voice smooth but detached.

I nodded, taking in the opulent decor. "Thank you," I said, trying to sound gracious despite the circumstances.

Aurélia smiled gently. "If you need anything, just ring the bell," she said. "Freshen up and rest for some time now"

I nodded, watching as Aurélia slipped out of the room, leaving me alone.

I took a deep breath, trying to process my situation. Trapped in a mansion with a ruthless mafia lord, with no idea what he wanted from me. My eyes scanned the room, searching for any hidden cameras or microphones when I spotted my suitcase in the corner.

I raised a brow.Impressed

They even taken my suitcase on their way here.

Sighing I decided to freshen up and made my way to the bathroom.

The bathroom was a spacious, modern oasis, dominated by sleek black marble and chrome accents. A large, walk-in shower with a rainfall showerhead stood at one end, while a sleek, wall-mounted sink and toilet occupied the other. The room was illuminated by a stunning LED light installation, casting a dramatic glow over the polished black surfaces.

The warm water cascaded down my skin, soothing my tense muscles. I closed my eyes, letting the gentle pressure ease the knots in my shoulders. The stress of the day melted away, replaced by a sense of calm.

After freshening up, I met Aurélia in the grand foyer.

"Do you need anything dear"Aurélia asks

"No actually i was kinda getting bored"I lied.
Ofc i can't sit here idle.The more proof I'll get,the more closer I'll be to the nemesis leader.

She smiled warmly and offered to give me a tour of the mansion.

Perfect.

As we walked, Aurélia pointed out various rooms and features, sharing stories about the mansion's history and Ethan's family. I listened intently, trying to learn as much as I could about my captor.

The mansion was even more impressive than I had initially thought. We walked through lavish ballrooms, ornate libraries, and even a private movie theater. Every room was filled with expensive artwork, rare antiques, and opulent furnishings.

But what caught my attention the most was the vast swimming pool. Located in a sun-drenched courtyard, the pool sparkled like a turquoise gemstone, surrounded by plush lounge chairs and umbrellas. I couldn't help but feel drawn to the water, remembering the countless hours I spent swimming as a child.

"I love the pool," I said to Aurélia, trying to contain my enthusiasm.

Aurélia smiled. "Yes, it's one of Ethan's favorite features too. He spends hours swimming laps every morning."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this glimpse into Ethan's personal life.

As we continued the tour, I found myself looking forward to spending time by the pool, hoping to find some solace in the tranquil atmosphere.