sel, the colors dark and brooding, mirroring the story he

r and mine grew up together. They were practically brothers, inseparable. My fat

"Aunt Lillian? She di

d in an accident-a fire at the old manor. My father tried to save her but couldn't.

ll into place. The tragic event had severed the bon

ther couldn't forgive my father, and he couldn't forgive h

s a story of love lost, of grief twisted into animosity. And

he whispered.

It's not your fault. But maybe

king in her eyes. "I want to help. We c

s touch warm and reassuring.

n deepening with each stolen moment. They met in secret, sharin

Leo had discovered years ago. The air was filled with the scent of wildflow

Amelia breathed,

ing her. "Not as

hing softly. "You

ulling her into his a

o protect. For that moment, nothing else mattered-not the feud, not their fam

was never

miliar figure in the distance. Eleanor Montgomery

lled, her tone icy. "Ge

art pounded

gently. "We'll

without another word. The door closed with a resoundi

he estate. Once inside, she turned to Ame

anded. "Associating with a Silva? Do

lia shot back. "I know about Aunt

hat doesn't change anything. The Silvas are dangerous.

live in fear of the past. Leo isn

her voice remained cold. "You don't understand

ng in her eyes. She felt trapped, torn between love and loyalty

er what