LOGINHer name, they say, is Bliss. Silent, radiant, and obedient, she’s the perfect bride for enigmatic billionaire Damon Gibson. Yet Bliss clings to fleeting fragments of a life before the wedding: a dream of red silk, a woman who mirrors her face, a voice whispering warnings in the shadows. Her past is a locked door, and Damon holds the key. When Bliss stumbles into a hidden wing of his sprawling mansion, she finds a room filled with relics of another woman. Photos, perfume, love letters, and a locket engraved with two names reveal a haunting truth. That woman, Ivana, was more than a stranger. She was identical to Bliss. As buried memories surface, the fairy tale Bliss believed in fractures into a web of obsession, deception, and danger. Damon’s charm hides secrets, and the love she thought she knew feels like a gilded cage. To survive, Bliss must unravel the mystery of who she was and what ties her to Ivana. In a world where love can be a trap and truth a weapon, remembering the bride she used to be is her only way out.
View MoreBliss stood outside Blackwood Manor, her chest tight as she breathed in the crisp air. The fog that had clung to the mansion had finally lifted, revealing the land around her. It felt like a new beginning, but deep in her heart, she knew the journey ahead was far from simple. The weight of Blackwood Manor’s dark influence had followed her into the open air, even if she had walked away from it. The house no longer had a hold on her, but the remnants of its power, the fear it had instilled in her, still lingered. She glanced back at the looming mansion, the silhouette dark against the morning sky. She had walked away from its walls, from the shadows of its secrets, but something in her chest tugged at her. The house had tried to claim her, to break her, but in the process, it had left its mark. Could she truly leave it all behind? Could she really escape the grip of the place that had shaped her for so long? Bliss’s mind raced with questions, but her feet kept moving forward. She could
Bliss’s mind raced as she walked through the empty halls of Blackwood Manor. The words Damon had spoken still lingered in her thoughts. The house will take you. He had been so sure of it, so confident that she would break, that she would eventually return to the place that had once held her captive. But she wouldn’t. She refused to. She had made her choice. She had broken the mirror, defied Damon, and left the house behind. Yet, with each step she took, she felt the house’s presence tightening around her, as though the very walls were closing in. It was as if Blackwood Manor itself was alive, watching her every move. The house wanted her. She could feel it. But she had made her decision. She wouldn’t be claimed by it, no matter what it took. No matter how far the house reached, no matter how deep it burrowed into her, she would stand firm. She wasn’t just fighting to escape anymore. She was fighting for her soul, for her future. Bliss moved with purpose, her footsteps quiet as sh
The air in the room was thick with the sound of silence as the shards of the mirror lay scattered across the floor. Bliss stood there, breathless, her body still trembling from the force of the mirror’s shattering. The house had tried to take her, tried to break her spirit and trap her within its walls. But now, with the mirror destroyed, it felt as though the grip the house had on her was starting to loosen, just enough for her to breathe, to feel free. The pieces of glass reflected the dim light in fractured patterns, like the broken parts of her own past. For so long, she had been trapped in the house’s cycle, its twisting corridors and dark mirrors reflecting a life she never wanted. But now, that mirror was gone. It no longer had the power to trap her. But as the dust settled and the pieces of the shattered mirror lay scattered at her feet, Bliss couldn’t shake the feeling that the fight wasn’t over. The house may have lost its hold on her, but she wasn’t sure if she had truly
The path through the woods was quiet, but every step Bliss took felt louder than the last. The air around her was thick with anticipation, the shadows of the trees stretching long as the sun dipped lower. She had walked this path before, but now it felt different—less like a simple path to the village and more like the beginning of something she couldn’t yet understand. Bliss held the journal close, the pages filled with warnings and cryptic messages. The house cannot take you unless you let it. It had been the key to unlocking what she had been blind to—the truth. She hadn’t just been a prisoner of Damon; she had been a prisoner of Blackwood Manor itself. And to truly break free, she had to face the heart of the house. The center of its power. The trees around her rustled softly as the wind swept through them, the leaves dancing in the breeze. But the silence that clung to the air felt unnaturally heavy. As if the woods themselves were holding their breath, waiting for something t
Bliss’s feet crunched on the gravel path as she walked farther from Blackwood Manor. The mist had begun to clear, revealing the village in the distance, but her mind was still clouded with thoughts of what had just happened. She had left the house behind, but could she truly leave the power it held
The West Wing felt colder than it ever had before. Bliss stood at the center of the room, the air thick with the weight of what was about to unfold. Damon’s presence loomed over her like a dark cloud, his power tangible, pressing in on every side. She could feel the house vibrating with the same ten
The walls of Blackwood Manor felt like they were closing in on Bliss. Every step she took seemed to echo through the house, every breath she drew felt like it was shared with the walls themselves. The house had tried to claim her, and Damon had tried to break her. But no matter how tightly they grip
The door to the East Wing creaked shut behind Bliss with a finality that echoed through her mind long after the sound had faded. The chest she had opened sat empty now, its secrets heavy in her thoughts. The papers—Damon’s words—felt like a weight on her chest, dragging her down with the truth they






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