Chapter 50 The Manor Reborn

The morning sunlight spilled across the marble floors of Blackwood Manor, illuminating every corner with a warmth that had long been absent. For years, the grand estate had stood as a monument to cold wealth and inherited pain. But today, something was different. Isabella stood at the foot of the sweeping staircase, her hand resting on the polished banister. The scent of fresh paint lingered in the air, blending with the aroma of blooming wisteria that now framed the archways. Laughter echoed faintly from the courtyard where staff bustled with trays of food and fresh linens. Rooms once shuttered were now open, airing out secrets and sorrow.