The Blueprint of Memories
Language: en
When I returned to my childhood home, the HOA security guards blocked me from entering my own property. The courtyard walls had already been smashed to pieces. Inside, they were aggressively remodeling the house into a bridal suite. Ethan Sterling walked out of the house, his tone incredibly calm and detached. "I know you explicitly said you wouldn't sell. But the wedding date is set, and the demolition is already underway. Just name your price." I stared at the shattered pieces of the original, hand-carved mahogany window frames scattered across the driveway. "And if I still refuse to…