Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three
Alicia's POV
I stared at the mansion in front of me, trying to process what Malachi had just said. His home. He had a private property. A whole estate that apparently no one knew about.
I shouldn't have been shocked. This was Malachi. Of course he had secrets, layers upon layers of things he kept hidden from everyone. But still, seeing this place, realizing he'd brought me here, it felt significant in a way I couldn't quite articulate.
"You own this?" I asked, even though the answer was obvious.
"Bought it two years ago. No one knows about it except the cleaning service that comes twice a week."
That explained why everything looked so pristine. The windows were spotless, the grounds perfectly maintained, not a leaf out of place on the stone pathway leading to the entrance.
