CHAPTER 63 — THE NIGHT THE TRUTH TREMBLED
The wind outside the Kane estate howled against the tall windows as if echoing the storm raging inside Elena's chest. The evening had begun quietly—too quietly. A stillness had settled over the mansion, the kind that warned her something was coming. Something inevitable. Something painful.
She stood before the tall mirror in her temporary room, brushing her damp hair after the shower Adrian had practically commanded her to take. Her wrists still tingled from his grip earlier, from the moment he tried to pull her back into his orbit with the same intensity that once burned her alive.
She set the comb down.
Her reflection stared back at her—eyes darker than before, cheeks more hollow, a subtle exhaustion lingering beneath her beauty. A woman reshaped by betrayal and twisted love.
A soft knock broke the quiet.
"Elena," Adrian's voice came through the door—low, tense, barely controlled. "We need to talk."
Of course.
