REVENGE

Previously

…The weight of this dawning realization was almost unbearable. The honeysuckle scent of Vance Manor now felt cloying, the gilded cage suffocating. I was no longer just the naive daughter; I was a witness to a carefully orchestrated deception, a pawn in a game of vengeance I was only beginning to understand. My mother had woven a web of lies, and I was caught in its silken, deadly threads. The truth was a dangerous thing, and I knew, with a chilling certainty, that unearthing it would cost me dearly. But I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when the memory of my father’s loving gaze, and the chilling glint in my mother’s eyes, urged me forward into the shadows.