15. Unstoppable Rage 4

THE OLD HOUSE

Silver's car sped down the empty road, the city lights fading behind her as she neared the grand estate known as the Old House.

Her grip on the steering wheel was tight, her fingers slightly digging into the leather. Every beat of her heart echoed in her ears, not out of fear—but anticipation.

She had no intention of making this dinner peaceful.

As the towering gates of the Old House loomed in front of her, they slowly parted, granting her entry.

The driveway was lined with tall lanterns casting long, eerie shadows across the pavement.

Silver drove in smoothly, the hum of her sleek black car slicing through the silence.

Then—she pressed the brakes.

The tires screeched softly, the sound melting into the cold night air as her car came to a perfect halt.

For a moment, she sat there, gripping the wheel, her red-painted nails gleaming under the dim interior lights.

Then, she exhaled.