Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 2-2

He swore to make it all up to her and spare no expense in giving her the best of everything.

"Welcome home, darling," Vivian murmured, linking arms with her daughter.

The main gates stood far from the mansion, necessitating a drive through the grounds. A magnificent fountain marked the entrance, leading to expansive gardens where rare flowers from around the world created an ocean of blooms-a scene straight from a fairy tale.

The staff lined the drive-butlers, guards, gardeners, chefs, and maids-bowing in perfect unison. "Welcome home, Miss Darling."

The mansion’s foyer dripped old money crystal chandeliers casting a brilliant glow, museum-worthy paintings adorning the walls, priceless antiques casually displayed like vacation souvenirs, and luxurious rugs sprawling across the floor. Every detail exuded the owner’s prestige and wealth.

Danielle." Howard’s voice rasped with pain. "I let them take you. I should have found you sooner, protected you

managed fine," Danielle replied coolly, though a hint

years of emotional isolation had left her rusty at human connection. Her adoptive parents

stayed, desperately hoping for scraps of affection until their endless spite crushed that

relentlessly cracked something in

a girl who resembles you. We’ve raised her for years now. Would

guilt- stricken

relief at her apparent

her move out," Joseph said flatly. "You’re the Darling heiress-no

Danielle murmured, warming slightly at her brother’s fierce