LOGINOf course she knew.Camille's parents had died while protecting Fenrir family interests during a violent conflict years earlier.Afterward, her father had brought their daughter into the household and promised to raise her as his own.Evelyn had never objected to that promise.When Camille first arr
Evelyn stood before the dressing room mirror while a maid fastened the final pin into her hair.The emerald velvet gown had been adjusted to fit her diminished figure, and the high neckline concealed most of the scars across her shoulders. Under the warm lights, she looked almost like the young heir
Marcus's brow furrowed. "Father arranged everything personally," he said. "The farm received additional money and supplies every month."Julian shrugged. "Maybe she refused to eat properly. You know how stubborn she can be."Marcus did not respond.They reached the landing, where sunlight from the t
Camille guided Evelyn through the dressing room doorway with both hands resting on her shoulders, her smile remaining perfectly pleasant as they passed Marcus and Julian.To anyone watching, it might have looked like an affectionate gesture between sisters.But Evelyn's entire body had gone rigid.C
She had no intention of interrupting them. The maid beside her cleared her throat. "Miss Camille, Miss Evelyn has arrived."The room fell quiet. Marcus turned toward the doorway.The smile disappeared from his face as soon as he saw Evelyn standing there.Julian followed his gaze, and his expression
The walk from the servants' building to the main mansion seemed considerably longer than Evelyn remembered.By the time she reached the second floor, her knees were trembling beneath the loose cream dress, and a thin layer of perspiration had gathered along her hairline. She paused beside a tall win







