Vincent’s POV
The silence in the mansion was thick—almost foreign.
For the first time in my life, my mother’s presence was gone. No faint scent of her perfume in the hallway. No sharp click of her heels announcing her approach. No cool glances reminding me that I would always be hers to mold.
But this time, the silence didn’t bring peace.
It brought questions.
I walked through the corridor slowly, letting my fingers trail along the banister. The events of the past few days clawed at my mind like unrelenting waves—Jana’s confession, Mother’s betrayal, the ten million, the stabbing, the lies I woke up to. And Dan.
Dan.
I stopped by the window that overlooked the gardens. The same gardens where Jana had once laughed—barefoot, careless, like she didn’t belong to this place but had still
