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trous, looming structure that seemed to rise out of the earth like something born from nightmares. The dark stone façade of the mansion stared down at me as if it already

y to his life-something he had to deal with for the sake of appearances. And I had learned, over the course of these past few days, that h

th a nod to Liam, and I followed them both through the imposing marble foyer. The floors gleamed beneath our

Harrington," the butler sa

ind. The weight of the mansion seemed to settle on my shoulders, and with each step I took, I felt smaller, more insignificant. But at least, fo

d with closed doors, each one locked in its own little world, hiding its secrets from view. My footsteps echoed through the narrow space

oom, Mrs Harrin

en. The windows were large, offering a sweeping view of the garden below. But nothing in this room could make me feel at home. It was too cold, too perfect, too empty. I stood

me a curt nod and left, shutting the

his wasn't a place for me to feel at peace. This was just a new prison, a new cage that I had walked into wi

e moon hung in the sky, casting its pale light over the manicured lawn below. I could see the garden stretching out for what felt like miles, the plants

lone in the room any longer. I needed to get out. I needed to find something to do, som

looking for as I stepped back into the hallway, but I had to get away from that room. The mansion seemed to stretc

to rooms that seemed to serve no purpose, their doors closed and their contents shroud

ay. This door was different. It didn't seem to belong to any of the rooms I had seen before. The wood was dark, worn, and weathered, as if it had

he lock was old, rusted. There was no handle, no visible way to open it. I leaned closer, pressing my ear

door. My heart skipped a beat as I froze, my breath catching in my throat. The voices were low, too quiet for me

the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. My pulse quickened. I stepped back quickly, retreating into the sha

ocused on something ahead of him. But th

sked, his voice sharp, tinged w

ied to sound casual, but my voice tr

ed past me, his presence as cold and distant as ever. I watched him go, my mind racing with the conversation I had just overhe

ng. Something was happening here-something I wasn't supposed

thing was off. I had to know what was behind that door. But just as I was about to

that room. If she finds out,

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