Chapter 1: The Crescent Mark
Part 1 🦋 **My father forced me to bathe a stranger from a charity gala—then I discovered she was a ghost from our past, and [more…]
Part 1 🦋 **My father forced me to bathe a stranger from a charity gala—then I discovered she was a ghost from our past, and [more…]
The quiet clang of Eleanor’s ring on the table echoed long after she and Silas had departed. Aunt Martha and the lawyers were left to [more…]
The next morning, the grand Easton residence felt less like a home and more like a stage for a play I desperately wanted to leave. [more…]
My room became my sanctuary and my battlefield. The grand, gilded walls of the Easton mansion now felt like a gilded cage for me too, [more…]
The night of the charity gala arrived in a blaze of flashing lights and shimmering silk. Our mansion, transformed into a beacon of high society, [more…]
The gala continued its glittering charade, but for me, the focus had shifted entirely. I watched as Clara led Mr. Bartholomew to a secluded alcove [more…]
The fallout from our confrontation with Cordelia was swift and merciless. News of her fraud and betrayal ripped through the elite social circles like a [more…]
The next morning, I sat alone in the family’s quiet rose garden, a peaceful setting now shadowed by the events of the previous day. Dew [more…]