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Erased, Not Forgotten: Reclaimed

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 571    |    Released on: 30/06/2025

udy on the second floor. She was holding a smal

a hesitant whisper. "It was under a

ight, clearly a preliminary drawing for the ceiling fresco above us

y father's work. He wasn't the reclusive, celebrated artist yet; he was just my dad, smelling of turpentine and smiling. He pointed to the ceiling and told me, "Eve

ld honor the manor's history, honor my father's connection to it. I approached him with a proposal to restore the house, framing it as a professional service, hiding

not the one I wanted most. The years passed. Lily's arrival was just the latest in a long line of humiliations. From the moment she set foot in the ma

er to me. He vanished around the same time as my father, unable to bear the loss. I

dskeepers-they saw my dedication. They treated me with a quiet respect that Ste

whispers at art auctions were about the brilliant restoration,

tudy with Lily. Sterling appeared in the

studio apartment," he said, his voice cold and final. "You'll b

ece by piece. My work, my credit, and

handed the sketch back to Lily. "It's a beautiful fi

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“For ten years, Sterling Manor was my world, every brushstroke a prayer to a father who vanished, leaving behind whispers of a hidden masterpiece. I poured my life into its decayed bones, chasing approval he never gave, believing I was restoring our family's legacy. Then, Sterling, the manor' s owner-the vulture who picked at other people's legacies-announced his fiancée, Lily. He gave her my decade of sacrifice, my meticulous work, as a party favor, publicly humiliating me as "just a restorer" to launch her career. He stripped me of everything: my credit, my dignity, even my small apartment within those walls. Lily, with a calculated innocence, cemented the lie, painting me as an "intense" threat, a "fired" employee. My name-my only mark on a decade of work-was painted over, erased. "Just a restorer." The words echoed, burning with the injustice of his betrayal. Was my life wasted chasing a ghost? A legacy that wasn't mine to claim? The truth felt like a bitter pill. But a cold, clear resolve settled within me. I walked out of that house, but not without my father's hidden sketchbook. It was time for Sterling' s meticulously crafted world to crumble, and for me to reclaim what was truly mine.”
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