Chapter 54 A House Full Of Ghosts

• The scent of fresh lilies filled the air, but Scarlett could barely breathe. She stood in the hallway of the Rivers estate, Damien’s childhood home. The walls were lined with family portraits—smiling faces, elegant poses—but every photo felt like a lie now. A curated illusion of loyalty, love, and legacy. And she was right in the middle of it, piecing together truth from a life buried in secrets.
• She hadn’t wanted to come. But Damien insisted.
• “We need to confront the past,” he’d said, his voice low but unshakable. “I need you to see it for yourself.”