Chapter 26 The Night Of The Storm

• The echo of Grandmother Beatrice’s words haunted Elena long after she left the sitting room. Don’t give up. He needs you more than you think.
• Elena wasn’t sure what the old woman meant. Damian had made his hatred crystal clear from the start ; his eyes cold as glass, his words sharpened to draw blood. Yet something inside her refused to surrender. Maybe it was foolishness. Maybe it was love or whatever fragile thing was left of it.
• By the time she reached her room, the mansion had gone eerily quiet. The corridors stretched like a labyrinth of polished marble and dim chandeliers. Every footstep echoed back at her, reminding her that she didn’t belong here, not in this house of ghosts, not in Damian’s world of cruelty and silence.