Planting Seeds Of Doubt

Seraphina arrived at Damien’s home, her mind reeling from the whirlwind of emotions the leaked photos had caused. The sleek black town car pulled up to the grand entrance, the polished exterior reflecting the afternoon sun. As the driver opened the door for her, she stepped out, feeling a mix of anticipation and dread. The sprawling mansion stood before her, as grand and imposing as ever, but now it felt like an unfamiliar place.

She took a deep breath, her heels clicking softly on the marble steps leading to the front door. The butler, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, greeted her with a warm, practiced smile. His demeanor was professional, yet there was a hint of genuine affection in his eyes.

“Welcome home, Miss Seraphina,” he said, bowing slightly as he took her luggage from the driver.

“Thank you, Charles,” Seraphina replied, trying to match his warmth with a smile of her own, though it felt forced. The butler’s presence had always been a comforting constant in the house, bu