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Evelyn Hart, a talented but emotionally scarred architect, has spent years building a new life under a borrowed identity. After the tragic death of her best friend, Sophia, Evelyn assumed Sophia’s name to escape her own troubled past. Now, she’s hired to restore a crumbling 19th-century mansion, where she meets Liam Carter, a charming historian with a mysterious air.  

As they work together, their connection deepens, and Evelyn begins to let her guard down. But Liam has secrets of his own. Unbeknownst to Evelyn, he’s not a historian but a journalist investigating Sophia’s disappearance—a case that has haunted him for years.  

Just as Evelyn considers confessing her true identity, a shocking discovery in the mansion’s walls turns everything upside down. A hidden letter suggests Sophia’s death was no accident, and Evelyn may have been involved. To make matters worse, Liam reveals he’s known the truth about Evelyn all along. He fell in love with *her*, not the persona she was pretending to be, but their relationship is now tangled in a web of lies, betrayal, and danger.  

Can love survive when it’s built on a foundation of lies? And what happens when the truth threatens to destroy everything they’ve built?

THE LIES WE KEEP FOR LOVE

Have you ever stumbled upon something that made you question everything you thought you knew? That's exactly what happened to Evelyn one afternoon at Blackthorn Manor.

It was a quiet day at the mansion. Liam had taken a break to run errands, leaving Evelyn alone to sort through boxes of debris in the attic. She'd been working methodically, cataloging items and setting aside anything noteworthy, when her hand brushed against something smooth beneath a pile of dusty cloth.

Pulling it out, she found an old photograph encased in a cracked frame. The image showed two women standing together on a porch—Claire and Margaret Whitmore. They smiled brightly, their arms linked in friendship. Below the photo, a date was written in elegant handwriting: June 15, 1937.

Evelyn froze. How could this be? Claire hadn't been born yet in 1937, let alone meet Margaret Whitmore. Was it some kind of trick? Or was there more to this house—and its history—than she realized?

Curiosity got the better of her. Setting the photo aside, she began searching the attic for anything else that might provide answers. After hours of digging, she uncovered another journal, this one belonging to Eleanor Whitmore's daughter, Grace.

Flipping through its pages, she found entries detailing strange occurrences around the mansion:

Mother always said this house had secrets. Now I think she was right. Last night, I heard voices coming from the walls. When I investigated, I found a hidden passage behind the bookshelf in the library.

Evelyn's heart raced. Hidden passages? Voices in the walls? These details matched what she'd experienced herself. Was the mansion trying to tell her something?

Further reading revealed Grace's growing obsession with uncovering the truth about her father's disappearance. One entry stood out:

I believe Father's death wasn't accidental. Someone wanted him gone—and they'll stop at nothing to keep me quiet too.

As Evelyn continued reading, a name caught her eye—Evelyn Harper. It appeared in several entries, always mentioned alongside warnings:

Be careful, Evelyn. They're watching you.

Her breath hitched. How did Grace know her name? And why was she mentioned in a journal written decades before she was born?

Before she could dwell on it further, the sound of footsteps echoed through the attic. Startled, she stuffed the journal and photo into her bag and hurried downstairs, her mind racing with questions.

Who wrote these journals, and why do they mention Evelyn by name? Is there a connection between her past, Claire's death, and the mysteries of Blackthorn Manor? And most importantly, who—or what—is watching her?

You wouldn't ignore these questions, would you? Neither can Evelyn. As the lines between past and present blur, she begins to wonder if uncovering the truth will set her free—or destroy everything she's built.

Chapter 10: The First Clue – Evelyn Finds an Old Photograph in the Mansion