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Seraphina Vale has always lived in a world of elegance, where fabric weaves stories and beauty is her silent armor. As the face of her mother’s renowned fashion empire, she walks the runway with grace, but off-stage, she’s the quiet storm—reserved, untouchable, and calculating.

Her twin brother, Caelum, is her opposite—a scheming charmer with a heart too big for his own good. And then there’s Isolde, the warm yet enigmatic girl who has been part of their family for as long as memory serves. Caelum adores her. Seraphina trusts her. But love and trust are fickle things.

Enter Lucian Drax—the cold, infuriatingly charming heir to the wealthiest family in Velmoria. Once the golden boy of the city, he vanished without a trace, only to return years later with an unreadable gaze and a past he won’t speak of. To the world, he is untouchable. To Seraphina, he is the one mistake she never saw coming.

A single night. A tangled fate. A secret neither of them is ready to face.

Neither Lucian nor Seraphina remember much about the night they spent together—except for one detail, a clue that only he knows. It lingers in his mind, an unsolved mystery, whispering a question he cannot ignore: Could the woman he shared that fateful night with be the very same girl he once thought was an unreachable star?

In a world of whispered scandals, stolen glances, and the kind of love that burns slow but deep—Seraphina and Lucian find themselves in a dance of fate neither of them can escape.

Because some echoes refuse to be silenced.
And the past never truly stays forgotten.

Echoes of the unforgotten

A whisper drifts where shadows fall,

A name once lost, yet known to all.

Through fractured time and broken fate,

The night remembers stolen breath,

A touch entwined in fate and death.

A love unshaken, though gone awry.

The past still hums in silver strands,

Traced by time's relentless hands.

A love reborn through whispered names.

Secrets weave through midnight skies.

Yet in the dark where echoes call,

Two hearts will rise… despite the fall.

For echoes fade, but hearts still burn,

ECHOES OF UNFORGOTTEN POEM