Kelvin’s POV
The silence in the mansion wasn’t just quiet, it was suffocating, a heavy void pressing down on my chest, like the walls themselves were closing in.
My phone slipped from my fingers, landing with a soft thud on the bed. Its screen faded into blackness—just like her. Diana hadn’t called. Not once. Not even a single text in days. The silence wasn’t just digital anymore; it was crawling beneath my skin, freezing my blood.
I stared at the phone again. Empty. Cold. Mocking.
Her name: Diana, glowed stubbornly at the top of the screen, an unspoken taunt, like a ghost haunting every breath I took.
Was she done with me?
Or worse, was she slipping away, falling for him?
Kael. My brother. The golden boy. Draven’s perfect heir.
A darkness crept into my chest, squeezing tighter wit
