Chapter 33 The Choice

The dawn broke over Blackwood Manor like a quiet promise—soft light spilling across marble floors and climbing the velvet drapes of long-forgotten windows. The storm had passed. The confessions had been made. And now, all that remained was choice. Damian stood on the edge of the estate’s private garden, where the hedges had grown wild and the flowers fought through the frost. This was where his mother once brought him as a child, before everything turned cold. Before fire, betrayal, and walls built from silence.