Evelyn’s POVThe night crept in slowly, shrouding the Blackwood mansion in an eerie stillness. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ornate walls that now defined my new reality. The weight of the day pressed on my shoulders, but sleep felt like a distant dream.A soft knock at the door startled me. “Come in,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.The door creaked open, revealing Joe. His composed demeanor seemed unshaken, as always. “Mrs. Blackwood,” he began, but quickly corrected himself, “I mean, Evelyn. Mr. Adrian has requested your presence in his study.”My heart sank. What could he possibly want now? The idea of facing him alone was unnerving. “At this hour? Can it wait till morning?” I asked, trying to mask the trepidation in my tone.Joe’s expression softened. “I’m afraid it’s urgent, ma’am. He insists.”Sighing, I stood and smoothed out my dress. “Lead the way.”Joe nodded and guided me through the long corridors of the mansion. The grandeur of the house was almost
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