Aliana’s POV

As soon as we entered, Mercy and I stood still.

The home was stunning.

The lofty ceilings, the large windows overlooking the ocean, the shining hardwood floors—everything within it radiated opulence while preserving a feeling of coziness.

A place that was both expensive and comfortable.

"Okay," Mercy sighed, spinning slowly, her gaze filled with amazement. "I withdraw all my earlier remarks—this is heaven."

Kyle walked in behind us, effortlessly bringing our suitcases.

"Of course, of course," he muttered, banging the door shut behind him. "Paradise equipped with such an advanced security system, it probably senses our thoughts."

I ignored him, taking another casual look around.

The living room...