ログイン“What did you just say?”Aurora’s voice came out steadier than she felt.Inside, something had cracked, it was quiet but painful, still she forced her face to remain blank as her hand slid into her bag. Her fingers brushed her phone. She pulled it out slowly, deliberately, angling it so Lilith wouldn’t notice. The screen lit up. One tap.Record.Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears, but she kept her breathing even.Lilith rolled her eyes, already bored with Aurora’s shock.“I said,” she repeated casually, “I did not mistakenly lose you when we were kids. It was intentional.”Aurora swallowed.“What are you talking about?” she asked softly.She needed Lilith to keep talking. Needed her to say it again. Needed proof…something concrete, something undeniable. Her chest ached with a pain so old and so deep it felt like it had been waiting for this moment all her life.Lilith scoffed.“Oh, please,” she said. “Don’t act like you’re shocked. You always were dramatic.”
Aurora had no choice now but to wait.Wait…and survive the fact that Lilith was living under the same roof as her.The drive home from the restaurant felt longer than usual. Not because of traffic, but because her mind wouldn’t slow down. Cole’s words echoed faintly, Bobby’s confirmation rang louder, and beneath it all was the constant, gnawing awareness that danger no longer lived outside the house. It lived inside it. Wore her face. Smiled with her mouth. Spoke with her voice.By the time Aurora stepped into the mansion, her shoulders were tight, her jaw clenched, her guard already raised.The house was quiet.But not too quiet.There was no sound of Xavier’s heavy footsteps and no familiar irritation humming in the air. The staff moved quietly, efficiently, avoiding her eyes the way they always did when tension had recently exploded in the house.Xavier wasn’t home, that much she could tell.That alone should have brought relief.Instead, it sharpened something in her chest.She wa
Another chuckle followed.“They say the first time is chance,” the voice continued, smooth and familiar. “The second time is fate.”Cole frowned immediately, the lines between his brows tightening as he looked past Aurora’s shoulder toward the source of the voice. He didn’t like interruptions,especially not ones that arrived uninvited and carried themselves with that kind of confidence.“Do you… know him?” Cole asked quietly, his voice low but alert, his body already shifting just enough to put himself slightly between Aurora and the stranger.“No,” she said flatly. “I have no idea who he is.”Billy let out an exaggerated gasp, his hand flying to his chest as if she’d just wounded him deeply.“Ouch,” he said, shaking his head with mock pain. “That hurts. Right here.”Aurora rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. She didn’t dignify him with a response, not even a glance. Instead, she turned back to Cole, her attention snapping cleanly back to the table like Billy didn’t exist at all.
Aurora stepped into the restaurant and scanned the room without hesitation.She spotted Cole immediately.He was seated near the window, jacket draped over the back of his chair, posture relaxed in that familiar way that once made her feel safe without even realizing it. For half a second, her chest tightened. Then the memories surged…too fast, too sharp, too alive to ignore.Before Cole could even stand fully, Aurora crossed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him.Tightly.Very tightly.Her arms locked around his shoulders as if letting go would mean losing him all over again. Her cheek pressed against his chest, and for a moment, she forgot where she was, forgot the clink of cutlery and low murmur of conversations around them.The last time she had seen Cole was in her past life.The last time… he had been frantic. Exhausted. Desperate. Working endlessly to find a cure for the strange illness that had taken her life…and Elara’s with it. She remembered his bloodsho
Lilith lowered her head, strands of hair falling forward as if in shame, hiding the smile that no one else could see.Aurora saw it.That tiny curve of satisfaction. That silent I won.Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. She was holding back her rage, the kind that burned slow and deep, curling tight in her chest, threatening to choke her if she let it rise any higher.“Are you serious?” Aurora asked, her voice shaking despite her effort to keep it steady.Xavier didn’t hesitate. Not even for a second.“Why would you slap her?” he demanded. “Why are you so aggressive?”Aggressive.The word echoed in Aurora’s head like a bad joke.She let out a sharp, incredulous breath. “You’re not even asking what happened,” she said, her eyes burning into his. “You’re already taking her side.”Xavier’s jaw tightened. His gaze flicked briefly to Lilith, who was still on the floor now, clutching her arm and breathing unevenly, before snapping back to Aurora.“I don’t want to know what happened
The next morning, Aurora went straight to the kitchen.The house was already awake. Servants moved efficiently around the wide space, the clink of plates and the low hum of conversation filling the air. Breakfast was being prepared, the smell of toasted bread and brewed coffee lingering softly.Aurora stepped in with purpose.“Good morning, Mrs. Steele." The servants chorused as soon as they noticed her.“Good morning,” Aurora responded with a smile.“Elara wants oatmeal,” she told one of the maids, her tone calm but firm. “With honey. And sliced strawberries. No milk…use almond.”“Yes, ma’am,” the maid replied, then hesitated slightly. “And… how about Jaxon, ma’am? Will he want the same?”Aurora didn’t even need to think about it. “Yes, of course,” she said. “Jaxon always wants whatever Elara wants. So do the same thing for him.”The maid chuckled softly, nodding. Aurora was right. Ever since Jaxson had been staying in the house, he followed Elara everywhere. Whatever she did, he did







