The mansion had never felt more alive—or more dangerous. The chandeliers cast fractured light across the grand halls, bouncing off polished floors, creating a kaleidoscope of shadows that twisted with every movement. Outside, the storm raged, rain hammering against the windows, as though nature itself mirrored the turmoil brewing inside.Elena moved quickly, her heels muffled against the velvet runners, her mind razor-sharp. The trap she had set had worked—but as always in Adrian Blackwood’s world, victory was never absolute. The intruder’s allies had anticipated contingencies, exploiting unseen vulnerabilities. Tonight, chaos was not just a possibility—it was imminent.A soft chime echoed through the mansion: an alert from the security system. Multiple breaches, simultaneous movements across wings that should have been secure. Marcus appeared almost instantly, his face taut with tension. “Miss Elena… it’s happening. They’re inside, moving faster than anticipated.”Elena’s pulse surge
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