Jesal_mystery

A struggling writer, Evelyn Carter, stumbles upon an old locket in her grandmother’s attic. When she opens it, she’s suddenly transported back in time to 1915, where she meets Theodore "Theo" Whitmore, a wealthy but kind-hearted businessman trapped in an unwanted engagement. As Evelyn tries to find a way back to her time, she and Theo fall deeply in love. But with history pulling them apart, will their love survive across time?

Love in the Echoes of Time

Silence filled the corridor, thick and suffocating. The weight of Elias's revelation hung in the air, pressing down on them like an unseen force. His father—his own blood—had played a role in the deception. The thought sent a shiver through him, leaving behind a hollow ache in his chest.

Lucien stepped closer, his sharp eyes never leaving Elias's face. "Are you certain?"

Elias exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening into fists at his sides. "I saw him. He was there, in that chamber. He knew more than he ever let on."

Evelyn hesitated before speaking, her voice careful. "But why? What could he possibly gain by keeping the truth from you?"

The masked woman took a step forward, her presence commanding yet eerily delicate. "There are secrets buried deeper than memory, Elias. Your father was not alone in this. He was merely a piece of the puzzle."

Dorian's jaw tensed. "Then who else is involved?"

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she turned, the edges of her cloak sweeping across the cold stone floor. "The answers you seek will not be easy to accept. If you choose to pursue them, be prepared for what you may lose."

Elias narrowed his eyes. "I've already lost too much. I'm not stopping now."

The woman studied him for a long moment, then, almost imperceptibly, she nodded. "Very well. Then you must seek out the one who still remembers what you were meant to forget."

Evelyn's brow furrowed. "And who is that?"

The woman lifted her hand, a shimmering sigil forming in the air before her. The golden light pulsed, shifting and rearranging into something familiar—a name, scrawled in ancient script.

Elias's breath caught in his throat as he read it aloud. "Seraphina..."

Lucien's expression darkened. "The high priestess? She's been missing for years."

The woman's gaze met Elias's, the intensity behind her mask burning into him. "Then you must find her before it's too late. Because if you don't—what was stolen from you will be lost forever."

Elias swallowed hard, his mind already racing. The path ahead was becoming clearer, yet more treacherous with every step. And deep in his heart, he knew—there was no turning back now.

Fractured Truths