Burned Once, Never Again (Niamh and Castiel)

When Niamh first heard of Chesaspeaks Bay, she thought that it

must be an unimaginable level of luxury. When she saw its grandness with her own eyes, he finally knew why it was so highly sought-after in wealthy circles.

They were called villas, but in Niamh's eyes, they were closer to exquisite castles. Just standing in front of its front doors made her

feel like she was in a dream.

"When did Uncle Simon buy this place?" she asked.

At the time, she had assumed that the villas had been bought by Greenburg residents. She never thought that Simon, who was living abroad, would be able to get one.

"Mr. Jimenez has countless properties all around the world. He

doesn't even remember this one. He just wanted to give you a place. to live, and it was the butler who found this place."

Niamh was at a loss for words.

"All of the household staff were just hired yesterday, so the cleaning was done rather hastily. I hope you understand."

Those words sounded so audacious. Simon had actually forgotten about such a prime piece of property.

Niamh didn't know how to react.

At first, she had some concerns about Simon giving her such a nice place to stay. But now, she didn't have to worry anymore. If he didn't even remember its existence, it might really not be worth anything to him. "Of course. To me, just having a place to stay is good enough," she said. To her, anything except rrning to Maplewood was good

enough!

After lunch, Niamh got changed. As she stood in front of the wardrobe, she came to know a whole new meaning of luxury. In the past, Castiel had given her anything she wanted. But now.

The wardrobe was fid with famous brands from all over the world and also exclusive handmade pieces. Niamh was overwhelmed.

"Mr. Jimenez said he didn't know what you like, so he had people send over pieces from every series. In the future, you can just get whatever you like.

"I like them all!" Niamh said with mixed emotions.

How could she not like them?

If she dared to say she didn't like them, she might get struck by

lightning.

"Aren't Uncle Simon, Aunt Brandi, and Roseanne usually lowkey? Why is Uncle Simon suddenly..." Niamh didn't finish her sentence, but Quinn understood her meaning.

"Actually, Mr. Jimenez has always wanted to spoil Ms. Roseanne with all the best things in the world, but Ms. Roseanne doesn't like girly things."

Alright, she had heard that about Roseanne before. Despite being a girl, Roseanne was more into boyish hobbies like basketball and table tennis.

She was also a doctor by profession who performed multiple gruesome surgeries every day. Even her hair was styled in a bob.

"Now, Mr. Jimenez naturally wishes he could live out his dreams of raising a princess through you."

Niamh was speechless.

Alright, Simon was only doing this because his own daughter was a lost cause.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

After changing her clothes, Niamh left the home with Quinn. Once again, she was surprised by how much Simon was spoiling her. There was a silver Bugatti Veyron outside the door. Niamh looked at Quinn then back at the car.

"Get in," Quinn said.

"Are we driving this car there?"

"Yes."

"No, maybe we shouldn't. Let's take the car from earlier."

This was all too overwhelming for Niamh.