As the evening descended, Caesar and Cloe stepped into the grand foyer of the Johnson Mansion. The air was thick with tension, and the memories hit Cloe like a tidal wave the moment she crossed the threshold. This had once been her home—the place where she had been raised, nurtured, and then ruthlessly cast aside. Her body trembled with the weight of the past, every step heavier than the last.
Cloe choked back a sob as her eyes swept the familiar surroundings, now alien in their hostility. She had been thrown out of this house months ago, but standing here again, with the eyes of the Johnsons on her, felt even more suffocating. Her chest tightened, her breath hitching as her past collided violently with her present.
In the living room, Olivia Johnson stood still, her sharp gaze fixed on
