My mysterious fiance

Previously

…Their escape had been a blur of adrenaline and whispered instructions. Slipping out of the sprawling estate under the cloak of a moonless night, they’d left behind the gilded cage, but the bars, Elara knew, were still there, waiting. The evidence they’d managed to secure – a digital trail of Julian’s offshore accounts, coded communications hinting at his illicit dealings, and the damning confession from her mother – felt like a fragile shield against a much larger, more dangerous threat. “My mother,” Elara murmured, the weight of Eleanor's confession settling heavily upon her. “She told me everything. About how Julian orchestrated