Through the mirror of love
Chapter One: A Stranger Among Them
The Travis estate glowed under the evening lights, a dazzling display of wealth and power. Chandeliers cast golden hues over the grand ballroom, where laughter and music filled the air. The scent of expensive perfume and aged wine intertwined, a reminder that this was not just any gathering—it was a celebration of her return.
Elera Travis adjusted the hem of her deep emerald gown, taking a steadying breath as she stepped into the spotlight. She had been away for years, building a life of her own far from this world of luxury and pretense. Now, she was back, and her father, Donovan Travis, had ensured that the entire city knew it.
A toast was raised in her honor. Her father, a towering figure in both presence and influence, lifted his glass. His steel-gray eyes, always unreadable, held a rare glimmer of warmth.
"To my daughter, Dr. Elera Travis! A woman of brilliance, strength, and integrity!" His deep voice echoed through the hall.
Applause erupted, glasses clinked, and for a fleeting moment, Amara felt a sense of belonging. But beneath the admiration and smiles, she sensed something else—a watchful tension that had always lingered in this house.
A firm arm pulled her into a half-hug. "You look stunning, sis," Ethan Travis, her stepbrother, grinned. "I can't believe it's really you."
Unlike their father, Ethan had always made her feel welcome. He had been the only true sibling she ever knew, even though they didn't share blood. His presence was a comfort in a sea of unfamiliar faces.
Then came Vivian Travis, her stepmother. Dressed in an elegant black gown, Vivian's smile was the definition of refined coldness.
"Well, well," Vivian mused, scanning Elera's attire. "You certainly know how to make an entrance. I assume your time abroad was… enlightening?"
Elera met her gaze evenly. "It was."
Vivian's lips curled slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing over her face. "Good. We have much to catch up on."
A chill brushed Elra's spine.
The party continued in a blur of conversations, forced smiles, and social pleasantries. She had learned long ago how to navigate this world, where every word carried hidden meaning. Yet, something about tonight felt different.
Her instincts stirred.
Stepping away from the crowd, she made her way toward the balcony for fresh air. But as she did, her gaze landed on someone unexpected.
A man.
He stood at the far end of the hall, dressed as a waiter, yet he moved differently—too controlled, too observant. He wasn't serving drinks like the others. Instead, his piercing blue eyes were scanning the room with careful precision.
Something about him made her chest tighten. A flicker of familiarity.
She moved closer, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor.
And then, their eyes met.
A sharp current passed between them. Recognition.
"Damian?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.
The man's jaw tensed. For a split second, she saw something flash in his expression—something raw, something unguarded. But it vanished almost instantly.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said smoothly. "You must be mistaken."
Amara frowned. The voice, the face—it was him. It had to be.
But before she could press further, he straightened, adopting an air of professionalism. "My name is Mark O'Connell. I've been assigned as your security detail for the evening."
Security detail?
Her eyes darted toward her father, who was deep in conversation with some high-profile guests.
Her pulse quickened.
If her father had hired security specifically for her, there was a reason.
And if Mark—or whoever he really was—had been placed so close to her, it meant he was there for more than just protection.
Something was wrong.
Something much bigger than she had realized.
And somehow, she was right at the center of it.
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The party carried on, filled with empty words and hidden agendas. Feeling suffocated, Elera made her way toward the balcony, needing air.
And then she saw him.
A tall man dressed as a waiter, his dark eyes scanning the room with an alertness that didn't match the role he was pretending to play. His black uniform fit him too well, his posture too disciplined—like a man who had seen battle rather than served drinks.
Something about him tugged at her memory
She stepped closer, studying his face. Do I know him?
As if sensing her gaze, the man turned, his eyes locking onto hers. A flicker of something—recognition?—flashed in his expression before he quickly masked it.
"Damian?" she whispered before she could stop herself.
His expression didn't change, but his grip tightened slightly around the tray he was holding.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said smoothly. "I think you have me mistaken for someone else."
Elera's stomach twisted. His voice was deeper, more controlled, but she knew that face. Knew those eyes.
"Who are you?" she pressed, stepping closer.
"Lucas Jaden," he answered easily. "Your assigned bodyguard for the evening."
"Bodyguard?" she echoed, her confusion growing
"Your father insisted."
Elera glanced toward the ballroom, where her father was still engaged in conversation. He had arranged security before, but this felt different.
"You're mistaken," Lucas added, his voice calm but distant
But Elera wasn't so sure
As the night went on, Lucas never strayed far from her, his eyes constantly scanning the room, his presence a silent shield between her and the unknown.
And Elera couldn't shake the thought that something was odd about him
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