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Synopsis: The Sins That Bind Us

Phileo killed her family. Evelyne knows this. And yet—she walks beside him.

She should have hated him. She should have sought vengeance. But the world is never so simple. The man who tore her life apart is also the only one who can help her uncover the truth—the truth about why her parents were marked for death, the truth about the shadowed hands that still pull the strings from the dark.

But blood cannot be washed away so easily.

With every step, Phileo is forced to confront the weight of his sins, the ghost of the girl he left behind, now grown into a woman who refuses to break. Evelyne does not forgive. She does not forget. And though she needs him now, one day, she will have to decide—justice or survival.

Because when the past finally catches up to them, neither of them may walk away alive.

TruthUntold

The market was alive with voices—merchants shouting, children laughing, horses trotting through the muddy streets. The scent of roasted chestnuts and fresh bread filled the cool autumn air.

Evelyne Caelum moved quietly through the crowd, her hood pulled low. She didn't look like a noble. She dressed simply—just a dark cloak over a modest dress. But there was something about her, something delicate and graceful. A quiet beauty, like a princess from a forgotten story.

She pressed a hand against the satchel at her hip. Inside was a letter.

"Your parents' deaths were no accident."

Her fingers curled around the fabric. She had spent twelve years in silence, never daring to ask about that night. But now, someone wanted her to know the truth.

And the man who held the answers had just stepped into the village.

At first, she didn't notice him. He was just another traveler in the crowd, cloaked in black. But then he turned.

Long, dark hair framed his sharp face. A thin scar ran across his left cheek, and his storm-gray eyes scanned the market like a hunter.

She wasn't sure how. But she felt it.

Before she could think, she stepped forward.

"You don't look like someone from around here."

Phileo stopped. Slowly, he turned his gaze to her.

"And you don't sound like someone who minds their own business," he said, his voice low and steady.

She expected him to walk away, but he didn't. He stared at her—too long, like he was trying to place her.

Then something flickered in his eyes.

Before she could say another word, Phileo exhaled sharply and turned, disappearing into the crowd.

And that was enough to tell her she was right.

Chapter 1: A Stranger in the Village