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When disgraced journalist Elliot Dorne receives an anonymous invitation to Wintercroft Hall—a decaying mansion on a fog-shrouded island—he is promised the story of a lifetime. But upon his arrival, Elliot finds himself among six strangers, each with their own shadowy past. Their enigmatic host, the frail and reclusive Vivienne Ashworth, claims she has summoned them to reveal a deadly truth about the Ashworth family legacy. Before she can confess, Vivienne collapses, and chaos ensues. A violent storm traps the guests on the island, and the discovery of a gruesome murder sets paranoia ablaze. As Elliot uncovers cryptic messages, hidden rooms, and a chilling photograph that ties him to the Ashworth family, he realizes that nothing about this gathering is random. With the mansion’s dark history unraveling and secrets surfacing at every turn, Elliot must confront the ghosts of his own past to survive. But the deeper he digs, the clearer it becomes—someone inside Wintercroft Hall is playing a deadly game, and not everyone will make it out alive. When disgraced journalist Elliot Dorne is invited to the remote and crumbling Wintercroft Hall, he’s promised the story that could save his career. But the mansion’s sinister halls conceal more than just secrets—they harbor a legacy of betrayal, murder, and lies. Elliot is joined by six strangers, all summoned by the enigmatic Vivienne Ashworth. Frail and reclusive, she claims to know the truth about their darkest sins. Before she can reveal anything, a violent storm cuts them off from the outside world—and the first body is discovered. As cryptic messages and chilling clues emerge, Elliot realizes that his connection to the Ashworth family runs deeper than he could have imagined. Someone in Wintercroft Hall knows the truth about his past, and they’ll stop at nothing .

Adrian Cain has no past. At least, not one he remembers. He woke up at eighteen with a name, a guardian, and a carefully constructed identity that led him to build one of the most powerful tech empires in the world. Now, as the CEO of CainTech, Adrian is feared, admired, and emotionally impenetrable, his past locked behind clinical amnesia, sealed files, and a steel wall he doesn't dare breach. Until the suicides start. After two employees from his most classified division die under suspicious circumstances, trauma counselor Sera Vaughn is brought in to assess the psychological impact on staff. But Sera has her own reasons for stepping into CainTech, her older brother vanished fifteen years ago, and the only lead she has left is a face in an old photograph: Adrian’s. But his name back then wasn’t Adrian. It was Daniel Ward. As Sera begins digging into Adrian’s history and as Adrian’s carefully managed psyche begins to crack, long-buried memories start surfacing: a mysterious basement, whispered codewords, and a girl calling his real name. What neither of them knows is that they were both part of a covert experiment known as Project Phoenix, designed to erase identities and rebuild human obedience from the ground up. Together, they uncover a trail of lies, altered files, and fractured lives along with a chilling truth: Adrian may have been programmed to forget what he did… and who he destroyed. Now hunted by the people who created him, stalked by a version of himself he doesn’t remember becoming, and drawn to a woman whose trust he doesn’t deserve, Adrian must face the darkest corners of his past before they both disappear into it. Because some memories don’t stay buried. Some were never meant to.

Quand le cœur se brise, la légende naît. Allongée dans le service des urgences, couverte de sang, Alice Durand prenait conscience de l'impensable : son mari, Marc, et leur fille, Charlotte, se trouvaient au chevet de l'amour idéal de Marc, Julia Leroux ; et cet instant précis, son mariage était en train de s'effondrer. On se moquait d'elle, très amoureuse de Marc, épouse discrète et presque effacée, sans imaginer que la styliste de joaillerie prodige dont tout le milieu parlait, que le légendaire trader « L » de Wall Street, et même la personne qui détenait le traitement susceptible de sauver Julia… ne faisaient qu'une. Et cette personne, c'était elle. Alice. Après le divorce, Marc l'accusait d'en profiter pour manipuler la situation ; Charlotte pensait qu'elle payait le prix de ses propres décisions. Tous deux attendaient sa chute. Jusqu'au jour où… Son croquis d'une bague de fiançailles s'était vendu à prix d'or lors d'une vente aux enchères. Un avion médical des Nations Unies avait atterri chez elle pour qu'elle prenne en charge une opération classée confidentielle. Et leur fille, terrifiée, serrait contre elle son Avis de pronostic vital engagé : la seule donneuse de moelle compatible portait le nom d'Alice. Par une nuit d'orage, Marc, agenouillé sur les graviers détrempés, implorait encore. Alice, vêtue d'une robe de soirée, un voile de diamants bleus cachant son regard, laissait paraître un sourire glacial. « Cher Marc, pour opérer votre bien-aimée, mes honoraires sont simples : 51 % des actions du Groupe Beausoleil. »

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

全身血まみれで救急処置室に運ばれた妻。その時、夫と娘は――夫の憧れの人と遊園地で笑い合っていた。 この瞬間、吉川杏奈（よしかわ あんな）はついに離婚を決意する。 周囲は彼女を「地位ある夫・吉川蒼介（よしかわ そうすけ）にしがみつく無能な妻」と嘲笑った。 けれど、誰も知らない。 ジュエリー業界で「天才」と崇められるデザイナーが彼女であり、ウォール街を震撼させた伝説のトレーダー「Ｌ」の正体もまた、彼女であることを。 そして何より――蒼介が憧れの人、藤本紗里（ふじもと さり）を救うために必死に探し求めていた「特効薬」その供給者リストには、吉川家がゴミ屑のように捨てた書類に記された、杏奈本人だったことを。 離婚届を突きつけられてもなお、蒼介は「気を引くための駆け引きだ」と冷笑し、娘の吉川小春（よしかわ こはる）は「自業自得よ」と母の杏奈を蔑んだ。二人は高を括っていたのだ。彼女がいずれ泣いて戻ってくるのを。 だが、運命は逆転する。 彼女が何気なく描いた指輪のスケッチはオークションで高額落札され、国連医療機関のヘリが轟音と共に実家の庭に降り立つ。彼らが迎えに来たのは、極秘手術の執刀医としての杏奈だった。 一方、蒼介が大切に育てた娘は、非情な診断結果を握りしめて震えることになる。 「遺伝子バンクで唯一適合した骨髄ドナー……それがママだったなんて……」 暴風雨の夜。 蒼介は、冷たい床に膝をつき、絶望に打ちひしがれていた。 そんな彼を見下ろすように、杏奈はレッドカーペットを踏みしめる。サファイアのヴェールの下、紅い唇が残酷に弧を描いた。 「吉川社長。あなたの大事な人を救う手術費――代償として、吉川グループの全株式51%、いただくわ」