Urgirlmiona
"You trapped yourself here with me the moment you entered that door"
...
Shea never expected to inherit a manor from her great-great-grandparents. Truthfully, she hadn't even known she had great-great-grandparents to inherit anything from.
Their names had never been spoken in family gatherings. No photographs hung on the walls. No stories survived to tell who they were or why they had vanished from the family's history. It was as if they had been deliberately erased.
Then came the letter.
With a single envelope, everything changed. According to the documents enclosed, a secluded manor, old, sprawling, and untouched for decades--had been left to her as the last surviving heir.
The inheritance should have felt like a blessing.
Instead, it felt like the beginning of something far more complicated.
Not because of the manor itself, nor the secrets hidden within its aging walls.
But because of him.
The hot as fuck gentleman who claimed to be hers.
Who appeared uninvited in her life, as if he had always belonged in it.