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Chapter Ten: The woman behind the curtain

Author: Q.Monroe
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-28 02:09:17

The storm outside had quieted, but inside Ariella, a different kind of storm was gathering.

She stood at the top of the stairs, her hands curled around the wooden railing. From below, voices drifted upward—muffled, low, almost too careful. Lucien and Elise.

She had pretended to fall asleep in the guest room, but her ears were sharp, her instincts sharper. Something wasn’t right. Not just with Lucien… but Elise. There was a shift in the air now. Cold. Calculated.

Ariella tiptoed down the hall, pausing near the edge of the staircase, just as she heard Elise’s voice, tight and strained.

"You said this wouldn’t reach her. That it would all stay buried."

A pause. Then Lucien’s low voice followed. “I never promised silence forever. She has a right to the truth.”

Ariella’s breath caught. Her heart slammed against her ribs.

They were talking about her.

She backed away, slowly, retreating to her room like a ghost. Her mind was racing. The way Elise had looked at her that morning. That fake, po
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