Chapter 7 The Betrayal
- ELARA
- I was nine years old the night my world tilted and never went back to being steady.
- The Moretti mansion had always felt too big for me—like a giant mouth that swallowed me whole. Its marble halls were polished so bright they looked like mirrors, its chandeliers sparkled like frozen icicles, and the endless rooms whispered with secrets. But that night, the mansion was quiet. Too quiet.