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Chapter 16

Penulis: Leah Al
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-05 01:09:57

Bianca's POV

There are doors in this house that were never meant to be opened.

The east wing was one of them.

It didn't matter that I was the daughter of the man who ruled it. That every brick of this estate knew my footsteps. Some parts remained forbidden, as though they had been cut off from time itself. Preserved. Guarded. Feared.

But the east wing hadn't always been that way. I remembered running through those halls as a child, chasing my mother's perfume, hiding behind velvet curtains to avoid her scolding. It was only after her death that my father locked that part of the house. As though it carried a ghost he couldn't bear to face.

Now, I wasn't sure if it was her ghost—or something much darker.

The guards never said it, but their eyes did. The way they averted their gaze, the way they lingered near the arch but never stepped through. Secrets lingered there. Heavy ones.

And I was done waiting to be told the truth.

Tonight, I moved through the halls like smoke. Silent, fluid, un
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