Unknown POVI lingered in the shadowed hallway of the Brooks estate, the kind of place where secrets seemed to seep from the very walls. The evening had stretched long after the formal dinner, the guests slowly trickling away, leaving behind half-empty wine glasses and the faint echo of polite laughter that had never reached their eyes. I had stayed behind on purpose — invisible, unremarkable, the kind of person no one truly notices until it’s too late. My footsteps were soft on the thick carpet, my breathing measured. I had become very good at being overlooked.From the partially open door of one of the guest bedrooms on the upper floor, sounds drifted out — rhythmic, intimate, unmistakable. I moved closer, careful not to let the floorboards creak, and peered through the narrow gap.Damian and Ivy.They were on the large four-poster bed, the silk sheets twisted around them. Ivy’s honey-blonde hair spilled across the pillow like a golden halo, her curvier frame arched beneath him. Dam
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