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Whisper of Thoughts
Whisper of Thoughts
Penulis: Kim Lolita

Chapter 1: The Silence of Eclipse Manor

Penulis: Kim Lolita
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-28 09:53:25

​The air inside Eclipse Manor no longer circulated; it stagnated, thick with the scent of decay and unspoken secrets.

​Grandmother Evelyn was gone, leaving behind a hollow mansion filled with echoes and covered mirrors.

​To the outside world, she was merely an old woman whose time had come.

​To me, however, her death felt like the beginning of something far more sinister—a shift in the foundation of everything I knew.

​I could no longer endure the suffocating atmosphere of the upper floors, where my mother’s inconsolable sobs, muffled by heavy medication, filled every corner.

​The silence there felt predatory, as if it were watching me.

​I decided to descend into the basement.

​The stone steps were hard and bitingly cold, leading down into a part of the manor that time had seemingly forgotten.

​This was Julian’s domain—a place where my family kept their "broken" cousin hidden away.

​I pushed the heavy oak door open.

​The air was sharp with the smell of damp earth, yet it was pierced by an impossible fragrance: fresh white jasmine.

​Julian sat in the corner, hunched over a massive easel.

​He did not react to my presence at first, but then he froze.

​Slowly, he turned his head toward me.

​When our eyes met, I froze.

​His gaze was not vacant; it was piercing, filled with a sharp, calculating intelligence that felt entirely out of place for someone the family labeled a fool.

​He looked at me, then gestured toward the jasmine plant beside him, and a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips.

​He said nothing, yet the look in his eyes told me everything: he knew exactly how Evelyn had died, and he knew why I was there.

​But that fragile moment of understanding did not last.

​At dawn, the oppressive silence of the manor was shattered.

​I stood behind the curtains of the drawing-room window, watching a fleet of sleek, black armored SUVs tear through the ancient iron gates.

​From the lead, the vehicle stepped my father, Victor.

​He did not return as a mourning son but as a conqueror.

​Behind him, men in sharp suits moved with cold, military precision, their hands hovering near their holsters.

​In an instant, I realized the manor was no longer a home; it had become a fortress for a criminal empire.

​Victor entered the foyer, his voice booming against the high ceilings.

​He didn't look at the portraits of his ancestors; he looked at the estate as a strategic asset.

​"Clara," he called out, his voice laced with a superficial warmth that chilled me.

​"The manor is ours now. Things will change, and you will adapt."

​I felt a sudden, dangerous burst of defiance.

​"What really happened to her, Father? She wasn't sick."

​Victor stopped mid-stride.

​The fake warmth vanished, replaced by a gaze so icy it felt like a physical blow.

​He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper.

​"Evelyn was old, Clara. Her time came. Do not go looking for ghosts in this house. Curiosity is a fatal affliction."

​He turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the foyer.

​The manor was now a cage, and the wolves were already inside.

​Julian’s secret, my father’s arrival, and the truth about Evelyn’s death—all these threads were tightening around me.

​As the sun set and the shadows grew long, I realized I was trapped.

​I had to find a way to uncover the truth before the secrets of Eclipse Manor claimed me as well.

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Kim Lolita
... Something about this beginning feels… too quiet. Like a storm is coming. What do you think?
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