Madeline's POV
I descended the grand staircase slowly, my fingers brushing against the polished handrail as I tried to steady the nerves in my chest. At the bottom, Calixto stood waiting, his posture formal but warm. The moment he noticed me, his eyes lit up and a wide grin tugged at his lips.
"You look lovely, Ms. Brownwood," he said with genuine warmth. "I believe your future in-laws will be thrilled to have you here."
I gave him a small smile. It was easier to smile at him than to admit I felt like I was walking into a lion's den. My nerves simmered beneath the surface, but I buried the fear. It wasn't my choice to be here, and honestly, if they decided to send me away, I'd welcome it. The mansion was stunning, yes—but it wasn't home. And no amount of wealth could distract me from the fact that I was being traded like a pawn.
I followed Calixto outside, and my breath caught at the sight before me. The garden stretched endlessly across the back of the property—perfectly manicured hedges, vibrant flowers in bloom, and a grand fountain at the center that sparkled beneath the afternoon sun. I'd never seen anything so beautiful.
I was so mesmerized I didn't notice Calixto had stopped walking, and I bumped into him with a quiet yelp.
"Ah—sorry," I mumbled, rubbing my forehead.
"Always be aware of your surroundings, Ms. Brownwood," he said gently, though his tone carried a note of concern.
We stepped into the pavilion, and it felt like crossing into another world—one lined with marble columns, pristine white drapery, and a sweeping view of the gardens that looked like they belonged to a palace rather than a private estate.
Hunter's family sat in elegant patio chairs, lounging beneath a crystal chandelier suspended from the open-air ceiling. The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves above, casting a soft golden glow over their impeccably dressed figures. They looked like something out of a magazine spread—flawless, composed, and utterly untouchable.
I'd seen their portraits in the grand foyer when I first arrived, but no oil painting could prepare me for the cold weight of their stares in person.
Hunter's mother, Leticia Divenson, sat with her legs crossed and her back painfully straight, her pearl necklace gleaming against her burgundy blouse. Her eyes raked over me from head to toe—judging, sizing, slicing. I could practically feel her disapproval pressing against my skin like a blade.
His father, Mr. Clark Divenson, didn't bother to lift his eyes from the newspaper he held. The paper rustled softly with each page turn as if the sound itself was more interesting than my presence.
Then there was Parker, Hunter's younger brother. His gaze latched onto me and didn't waver. His eyes were too intense, too slow in their inspection—as if he wasn't just curious, but entitled. My stomach turned, and I forced myself to look away, heat creeping up my neck.
Across from him, Charlotte, Hunter's sister, sat like royalty herself. Beautiful. Elegant. Poisonous. Her eyes narrowed with disdain, her lips curled ever so slightly in a smirk that said you'll never belong here. She didn't have to speak—I already felt her loathing in the air between us.
And then, there was Lily.
She was seated at the far end of the table, her feet barely touching the floor. A girl, no older than twelve, with curious eyes and the kind of smile that reminded me of warm summer mornings. When she saw me, she beamed—wide and pure, like I was someone worth looking at. Like I was welcome.
That one smile loosened the knot in my chest.
Calixto stepped forward, voice measured and professional. "Mr. Clark Divenson, Mrs. Leticia Divenson, Ms. Charlotte, Mr. Parker, and Ms. Lily—please allow me to introduce Ms. Madeline Brownwood, the fiancée of Mr. Hunter Divenson."
The silence was palpable. They looked at me as if I were a strange bird that had crash-landed on their manicured lawn.
Mrs. Divenson was the first to speak.
"This is utterly inappropriate," she snapped, her voice laced with venom. "I should reprimand my son for this immediately. Introducing his fiancée through his assistant? We are not his business associates, Calixto, and she is not a product to be delivered."
Her words hit like a slap. I felt the heat rise to my face, but I stood my ground, my hands clenched at my sides.
"Hi, Ms. Madeline!" Lily's cheerful voice rang through the tension like a melody. "Welcome to the Divenson Mansion. I'm so happy you're here—I can't wait to spend time with you!"
I looked at her, grateful. "Hi, Lily. I'm excited to spend time with you too," I replied, and her giggle was the only genuine sound I'd heard since arriving.
I took a deep breath, and despite the warning bells in my head, I spoke to the rest of them.
"Good afternoon. I know my presence here may come as a surprise… but I want you to know, it's just as shocking for me as it is for you."
Calixto stiffened beside me. I could almost hear his soul scream. His eyes widened, and without hesitation, he reached for my elbow.
"If you'll excuse us," he said quickly and ushered me away before anyone else could speak.
We moved through the hedged pathway behind the pavilion, the silence thick between us until we were out of sight.
"What are you doing?" he hissed, his voice low but sharp. "You can't say things like that in front of them! You're supposed to act like you're in love with Hunter—like this relationship is real."
I crossed my arms. "You never told me I had to pretend to be his girlfriend."
He ran a hand over his face, clearly exasperated. "I must've forgotten. But it's critical, Maddie. You're not just a stranger anymore—you're his fiancée. According to the story, you've been dating Hunter for nearly a year. You met at university, fell in love, and now he's bringing you home."
I blinked, stunned. "So I'm supposed to lie to their faces? About everything?"
"If you want to survive here—yes," he said grimly. "They're going to tear into your life like sharks. If you show any cracks, they'll pounce. Trust me, they'll investigate you before you even finish unpacking."
His voice softened. "I won't always be here to help. You'll be assigned an assistant—Cerila. She'll guide you through what's expected until the wedding. After that…" he hesitated. "We'll wait for Hunter's decision."
Decision? The word hung in the air like a sentence. I hated the implication—that even after all this, my future still hinged on a stranger's approval.
I swallowed. "Do I have to go back in there?"
"No. Let them finish their tea. And one more thing—don't mention Hunter's success in front of his father. Mr. Clark doesn't appreciate being reminded that his son took over the company… and made it better."
I nodded slowly, trying to process everything, my mind spinning like a carousel that wouldn't stop.
Calixto looked at me for a long moment. "You'll be okay, Maddie. Just… don't let your guard down."
But as I glanced back toward the pavilion, where icy stares and fake smiles waited for me, I wasn't sure how long I could keep it up.
"Here," he added, handing me a sleek new iPhone. "This will be your phone from now on. My number and Hunter's are already saved."
My mouth fell open slightly as I looked at the screen. "This is the latest model…"
He laughed. "I was shocked to find you didn't even own a phone. Who doesn't have a phone these days?"
"I never needed one," I said, my voice quieter now. "I don't really have friends. Just Gina, my best friend. I used my aunt's phone for work stuff."
I paused, emotions rising to the surface. "My life isn't like most girls my age, Calixto. I've been working part-time jobs for as long as I can remember. I don't buy clothes—I read books. Used ones. Mostly from thrift shops. My money always went to food, bills… survival."
I swallowed hard. "When my mom got sick, I wanted to drop out of school to take care of her. I begged her and told her I'd work full-time. But she wouldn't let me. She didn't want me to suffer. She died because we couldn't afford proper treatment… because in this world if you don't have money, you don't stand a chance."
Calixto's voice was gentle. "I know what you've been through, Maddie."
My eyes widened. "You… you know everything?"
He nodded. "I'm sorry for invading your privacy. But as my boss's right hand, it was my job to make sure you were… suitable. I spent time at your aunt's house and got to know her. I needed to know what kind of person you were."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"You were evaluating me? Like I was some contestant on a game show?"
"Not exactly. But Hunter is one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. We had to make sure you didn't have a boyfriend, weren't involved in anything that could harm his reputation… and, well, you met all the criteria. Outstanding grades. No vices. And yes, a beautiful appearance."
I rolled my eyes. "Great. So I made it into the Miss Universe finals."
He chuckled. "That's not what I meant."
I crossed my arms. "So… is Hunter really that godlike in person?"
Calixto smirked. "You'll see soon enough."
"I don't want to fall in love with him," I muttered.
"Careful," he warned with a smile. "You might eat those words."
"Can I at least talk to him?" I asked, meeting his gaze seriously. "I need to know why my father did this—why I'm here."
"I'll try to arrange it," he said. "But he's got a packed schedule. It may take a few days."
I nodded. I could wait.
"Oh, and one more thing—Hunter has arranged for you to receive a monthly allowance. It will be credited to your bank account. And I signed you up for driving lessons, too."
I blinked. "You did all that already?"
He nodded. "You're not just a guest here anymore, Maddie. Whether you like it or not you are part of this world now."
As I stood there with a brand-new phone in one hand and a whirlwind of confusion in my heart, I knew one thing for sure:
I didn't belong here, but I am a fighter and I would survive.