Chapter 69 The Truth In Fragments

• The air inside the hidden room pressed heavy on Ivy’s chest, thick with the weight of years-old secrets and the faint scent of dust and gun oil. Her gaze swept once more over the photographs scattered across the wall, her breath catching at the familiar curve of her sister’s smile beside Henry Ashford. A smile that had once radiated light but now felt like a knife twisted into her chest.
• Her voice trembled, though not with weakness—with fury carefully contained. “You’ve been watching them. All this time.”
• Damien’s figure loomed in the doorway, his tall frame eclipsing the faint glow of the hallway behind him. His eyes were darker than she had ever seen, the kind of darkness born from years of blood and silence. He stepped closer, his boots echoing against the concrete floor, until he stood within arm’s reach.