LOGINLucian’s POV The air inside the tavern was thick with the scent of roasted hops, pipe smoke, and untamed laughter. Nestled in a shadowy corner far from the aristocratic glare of Valenridge high society, I sat alone at a battered wooden table, watching my younger brother. Leo sat at the upright piano on the low wooden stage, his fingers flying across the keys with an effortless, brilliant grace. He didn't play for coin—he never did. He played simply because music was the only place he felt completely free. The crowd around him was alive, ordinary townspeople swaying, raising their pewter mugs, and singing along to a lively melody he had composed himself. Watching him, I felt a quiet ache in my chest. For weeks, the distance between us had felt wider than an ocean. The song finally wound down to a thunderous round of cheers and thumping mugs. Leo took a quick bow, ran a hand through his messy hair, and stepped off the stage. As he turned toward the bar, his eyes caught mine
Eva’s POV I stood before the full-length mirror in my dressing room, adjusting the delicate lace trim of my traveling gown. Today was the afternoon tea for the ladies' society, and I was determined to use it to my full advantage. House of Clinico—the false noble name Laura had forged on her letters—kept echoing in my mind. I needed to observe those women, listen to their gossip, and figure out what a maid could possibly gain from parading around as foreign gentry. A soft knock sounded at the door before Genevieve stepped inside, carrying a small velvet box of hat pins. She paused near the entrance, looking unusually hesitant. "Eva... do you have a moment?" I turned, setting down my gloves. "Of course, Genevieve. What is it?" Genevieve swallowed softly, stepping further into the room. "I came to apologize. For my behavior—and the way the other noblewomen spoke to you at the gala last night. I realized after I walked away just how awful and insensitive their remarks were. I su
Eva’s POV The silence in the bedchamber was absolute, heavy with the weight of my confession. Lucian stood before me, the usual mocking glint in his dark eyes completely extinguished, replaced by a cold, sobering gravity. "I am sorry, Eva," he said softly, his voice lower than usual. "I had no idea the Sterlings were capable of such filth. To shoot a man down over property... I did not know that was the kind of blood on their hands." He took a slow breath, stepping closer. "If that is the case, what are you waiting for? Expose them." I let out a bitter, lifeless laugh. "Expose them with what, Lucian? Look at me. To everyone in Valenridge, I am a nobody—a former servant with no fortune, no title, and no influence. If I walk into a magistrate's office and throw accusations at Lord Sterling, they will laugh me out of the room before the day is out. He is wealthy, powerful, and deeply entrenched with the nobility." "There must be proof," Lucian insisted, watching me intently.
Eva’s POV The grand ballroom of the De Witt estate was a dazzling sea of glittering crystal, cascading silks, and warm candlelight. Music swirled through the air as noble families from all over the town of Valenridge mingled, drinking from heavy silver goblets. To give the evening a sense of true warmth, I had allowed the estate's maids to invite their own families—their children and a few locals from the town—so they could enjoy the feast and join in the celebration of new life. I was adjusting a tray of champagne glasses near the elevated dais when Duke Arthur gestured for me to approach. It was the first time he had personally summoned me since the preparations began. He held his goblet in one hand, his sharp eyes surveying the crowded hall with cool indifference. "You planned the arrangements for this gathering, did you not?" Duke Arthur asked, taking a slow sip of his wine. "I did, Your Grace," I replied, holding my head high. His eyes flicked toward a corner of the h
Eva’s POV I pressed my back flat against the cool stone wall of the alcove, holding my breath as Laura passed by. Her heavy silk skirts rustled against the floorboards before her footsteps finally faded down the corridor. Once the coast was clear, I looked down at the velvet cushion and parchment ledgers in my arms—the preparations for the gala would simply have to wait. I dropped the stack onto a nearby side table, turned on my heel, and quietly trailed after the guard Laura had instructed. I kept a discreet distance, watching him navigate the long passage toward the courtyard doors. I needed those letters. If Laura was plotting something against me—or against the family—I couldn't afford to remain in the dark. "You there! Halt," I called out, keeping my voice authoritative yet calm as I closed the distance between us. The guard stopped immediately, turning around and bowing his head. "My Lady? How may I assist you?" "I need your help with an urgent matter regarding
Lady Eleanor’s POV The estate was wrapped in a suffocating, pitch-black silence. Slipping out of the grand bed, I made sure Arthur’s rhythmic breathing remained undisturbed before wrapping a dark woolen cloak over my shoulders. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird as I crept down the back servants' stairs, slipping out into the cool, damp night air. I moved quickly toward the quiet edge of the courtyard, where the shadows swallowed the stone archways whole. A tall figure stepped out from the darkness. James. The moment his face came into view under the pale moonlight, the dam broke inside me. I rushed into his arms, burying my face into his chest as hot tears spilled down my cheeks. "James... oh, James, I am so sorry," I sobbed, my voice trembling with the heavy weight of my guilt. "I am so, so sorry I did this to us." James wrapped his arms around me tight, holding me against the chill of the night. He lifted a hand, gently wiping the tears from my cheeks







