Chapter 48 Shattered Trust

• Isabella’s pov
• A thick mist hung just beyond the windows, curling tendrils of fog creeping like silent ghosts around the ancient stone walls. Inside, the candlelight cast wavering shadows that danced and twisted across the high ceilings. My thoughts churned relentlessly, refusing to settle as I paced the dim hallway outside Oliver’s study. I could still feel the weight of the last revelation pressing down on my chest, suffocating in its intensity.
• My fingers traced the carved stone pillars absentmindedly. The estate was supposed to be a fortress, a sanctuary, yet somehow it had become a prison tangled in lies and forgotten magics.