The sound of Julian’s shattered weeping echoed through the massive, empty bedroom. For a year, I had drifted through these halls, a silent phantom forced to endure his bitter hatred. I had watched him erase my presence, pack away my clothes, and mock the memory of my love. But seeing him like this—b

The silence in the bedroom was thick, heavy with the sharp tang of spilled whiskey and fresh blood. Clara stood frozen, her chest heaving as crimson droplets fell from her sliced palm onto the immaculate hardwood floor.

Julian didn't look at her hand. He didn't offer her a towel. His eyes were loc

The silence in Julian’s office was absolute, save for the ragged, uneven sound of his breathing. The encrypted video feed on his monitor had gone dark the moment Victor severed the connection, leaving behind nothing but the reflection of Julian’s pale, horrified face in the black screen.

I stood b