His Other Woman ↠ Roman Reigns

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

After the exhausting six-hour flight on Fahayra's private jet, the two women finally arrived at their destination – Fahayra's grand, Mediterranean-style villa in Florida.

As the private plane touched down on the tarmac and taxied to a stop, Galina gazed out the window, her eyes widening at the sight that awaited them.

Nestled amidst lush, verdant landscaping was a sprawling estate that looked like it had been plucked straight from the Italian countryside.

Fahayra's Florida house was nothing short of a palatial manor, a true architectural marvel that exuded an air of opulence and exclusivity.

As they stepped out onto the tarmac and approached the estate, Galina couldn't help but feel a pang of awe and trepidation.

The sheer scale of the property was staggering – over an acre of pristine, meticulously manicured grounds surrounded the main house, which itself boasted an impressive fourteen bedrooms.

Galina had always known that Fahayra came from immense wealth, but seeing the grandeur of her Florida retreat in person was truly humbling.

This was no mere house, but a sprawling, self-contained oasis of luxury and privacy, a far cry from the modest home Galina shared with her estranged husband Joe.

Passing through the ornate wrought-iron gates, Galina followed Fahayra up the long, winding driveway, her eyes drinking in every detail of the lush landscaping that flanked them.

Towering palm trees swayed gently in the warm Florida breeze, their fronds casting dappled patterns of light and shadow across the pristine, paved surface.

Vibrant flowering shrubs and meticulously-trimmed topiaries lined the way, creating a verdant tunnel that led straight to the grand, double-door entrance of the villa.

As they approached, Galina couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation – this was a world she had never truly inhabited, a realm of unimaginable wealth and privilege that was so foreign to her own experience.

Fahayra produced a set of keys and unlocked the heavy wooden doors, ushering Galina inside.

As they stepped over the threshold, Galina was immediately struck by the sheer scale and opulence of the interior.

The foyer was positively cavernous, with soaring ceilings and ornate architectural details that spoke of old-world elegance and sophistication.

Gleaming marble floors stretched out before them, leading to a grand staircase that curved gracefully upwards, its wrought-iron balustrades polished to a gleaming shine.

Galina's eyes were drawn to the massive, sparkling chandelier that hung overhead, its crystal prisms refracting the light in a dazzling display.

As Fahayra led her up the stairs, Galina couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and trepidation. She was, a guest in Fahayra's lavish sanctuary, surrounded by the trappings of a life she could scarcely comprehend.

Reaching the second floor, Fahayra guided Galina down a long, richly appointed hallway, the walls adorned with priceless works of art and ornate, gilded sconces that cast a warm, inviting glow.

Galina's eyes were drawn to the numerous ornate wooden doors that lined the corridor, each one a portal to a private suite or bedroom.

It was almost dizzying, the sheer scale and opulence of this place.

Finally, Fahayra paused before one of the doors and gestured for Galina to enter. "This is the second-largest bedroom in the house," she explained, her voice soft and almost deferential. "It has its own en-suite bathroom, and I thought you might be comfortable here."