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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 when she uncovered another hidden part of Blackthorn Manor.

The next morning, after the storm had passed, Evelyn returned to the attic, determined to investigate the locked door they'd found the night before. Liam was busy elsewhere, giving her the perfect opportunity to explore alone.

She examined the door closely, searching for any clues. Its surface was smooth, with no visible keyhole or lock mechanism. Running her fingers along the edges, she noticed a slight groove near the top—a pressure point, perhaps?

Pressing down firmly, she heard a soft click. The door swung open silently, revealing a narrow staircase leading downward into darkness.

Her heart raced as she descended, flashlight in hand. Each step echoed through the empty space, amplifying her sense of unease. At the bottom, she found herself in a small chamber filled with shelves lined with journals, letters, and artifacts.

Evelyn approached the nearest shelf, her hands trembling slightly. On top sat an ornate box engraved with intricate designs. Opening it revealed a collection of photographs, each showing Claire standing alongside Margaret Whitmore at various points in time.

How did these exist? Claire hadn't known Margaret—or so Evelyn thought.

Flipping through the photos, she discovered something even more unsettling: one image showed both women posing with someone who looked eerily familiar—her younger self.

Her breath hitched. This couldn't be real. Could it?

Before she could dwell on it further, her flashlight beam landed on a journal tucked behind the box. Pulling it out, she opened to a random page:

Claire says she feels like someone's watching us. I told her she's being paranoid, but now I'm not so sure.

Evelyn froze. Those words mirrored her own notebook entry from years ago. Was this coincidence—or proof that their lives were intertwined in ways she couldn't yet understand?

As she turned the pages, a folded piece of paper slipped out. Unfolding it revealed handwriting she recognized instantly—Claire's.

If you're reading this, something bad has happened. Trust no one—not even yourself. They know about the mansion, about its secrets. Run if you can.

Tears streamed down Evelyn's face as she reread the note. Why had Claire written this? And who were "they"?

Before she could process the implications, the sound of footsteps echoed through the chamber. Someone—or something—was coming.

Thinking quickly, Evelyn stuffed the note and journal into her bag and hurried back up the staircase. By the time she reached the attic, her heart pounded so fast she thought it might burst. Peering around the corner, she saw no one.

Still, the feeling of being watched lingered, making her skin prickle with unease.

Who is following Evelyn through the mansion? What connection does Claire have to Margaret—and why does it involve Blackthorn Manor? And will Evelyn uncover the truth before it's too late?

You wouldn't ignore these questions, would you? Neither can Evelyn. As the mysteries surrounding the mansion deepen, she begins to realize that running from her past may not be enough—she'll have to face it head-on if she wants to survive.

Chapter 15: The Hidden Room – Evelyn Discovers a Secret Chamber in the Mansion