Chapter 104 The Prison Without Bars

The van rolled to a slow stop, its tires crunching over the gravel driveway lined with withering oaks. Moonlight struggled through the dense fog, casting shadows like claws across the cracked windows of a once-grand estate. The mansion stood in eerie silence, no guards, no gates, only the suffocating emptiness that whispered of secrets long buried. Genevieve blinked against the suffocating dark, wrists sore from the cable ties digging into her skin. Her coat clung to her, damp with cold sweat. A sharp gust of wind met her as the van door yanked open, and two masked men stepped aside, offering no words, just a nod toward the steps.