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Chapter 3 - 2 Happy mansion

Aaron Lee was by far the gentlest man Isabella had ever met the reason why she loved him. But he had been behaving strangely.

He had been drinking hard.

He came home late.

He always smelled perfume.

He was always hot-headed. Did this sound familiar? Anyone would think that he was into womanizing.

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The setting of this story was a fifty-million-dollar mansion by the lake. Anyone who read would say "wow!" Or, "I think I know what happened."

Well, people called it the happy mansion.

The mansion was a sprawling 5,000 square meter house, a classic French chateau type, painted dainty white, the roof bright gray; with windows all around, chimneys, and a vast garden with evergreen trees in the front yard that made it look more attractive to the romantic and the imaginative.

Inside, every room was all touch of beauty and elegance. One who enters would feel like he or she was inside a huge castle or a palace of sorts.

Indeed, the main living room was cut out for a king or a queen—with a gold wicker sofa and chairs, a fireplace, crystal vases, mirrors, and a chandelier to accentuate the surrounding.

Celebrations began here.

The dining room was more regal. The table was a twelve-seater on each side; the dining room boasted of a bigger chandelier. There was another hearth to keep people warm. The two living rooms had an English and country motif. There was a personal office for the owner of the house, a gym for the fitness conscious, a home theater, and a big kitchen with complete cooking wares and appliances. Outside was a swim pool exclusive for family and friends.

That was for the ground floor.

There were five beautiful bedrooms upstairs with kingly and queenly beds for the two biggest rooms; cozy bedrooms even in the attic.

I forgot to tell you that in the middle of the house was an exquisite hall where banquets were held, where new acquaintances held hands, and to the music, they swayed, so that there were love stories that were created in the process. Some had lived; some had died.

There were round tables covered with dainty white table cloths all over the place. There were tapestries and curtains that were all white in color, too, while a big family picture hanged on one side of the wall. In the middle was a bigger crystal chandelier.