Chapter Twenty-Five

"Because, Annalisa, I am Dhruv," he announced resolutely. "I am Cessi's younger brother, and I know you're aware about the existence of a basement in this mansion."

I blinked once, then twice, before finally comprehending what Alexander said to me. He was aware that I knew about the existence of the basement, but how? I made sure to prowl quietly. Although, with all he had said, one thing kept reverberating through my being; He was Dhruv? My head was spiraling and my chest kept on hurting, it was as though I was being pierced by thousands of needles. It hurt. It really hurt.

I rose up from where I was seated, moving away from Alexander. I felt disoriented. Lost. My head throbbed, likely due to the overwhelming information that Alexander—or rather, Dhruv—had just divulged to me. I really wanted to believe him, but every word he uttered seemed far-fetched. Unbelievable. Simultaneously, I wished to trust him and desperately hoped he wasn't deceiving me. I was torn between conflicting em