The Heiress Awakens

The Tedd family estate had a west wing no one talked about.

Even the staff avoided it.

Esther hadn't stepped foot there since she was twelve.Not since she heard screaming coming from behind the soundproofed walls.

Today, she stood outside its double-locked doors with a stolen master key.Her fingers trembled—but not from fear.

From clarity.

The door creaked open.

Dust. Mahogany. Secrets woven into the wallpaper.

Old bookshelves covered in cloth. A chessboard mid-game… pieces frozen in some long-forgotten battle.

And there—beneath a protective glass dome—was a journal.

Her father's.

She popped the case open, flipping past the first few pages until a phrase caught her eye:

"Project Umbra – Initiate via union."

Below it: dates, names, symbols she didn't recognize.

But then she saw it.

A photo clipped to the back.

Her father. Younger. Standing next to four other men. One of them—

Looked exactly like Shawn.

Same eyes. Same posture.

But the photo was dated 1989.

Esther blinked. Checked again.

Impossible.

She sat down hard on the nearest chair.

"What are you, Shawn Williams?"

Later – Back at the Penthouse

Shawn felt her energy the moment she stepped in.

It was different.Sharper. Focused.Not anger. Not even betrayal.

Determination.

She tossed the journal on the table. "You want to explain this?"

He didn't even look surprised.

"I told you, Esther. The truth would change everything."

"This is before I was born. You were in a photo from 1989."

"I was."

Her voice rose. "That would make you what—fifty? Sixty?!"

He smiled faintly. "Chronologically? Maybe. But biologically? Still twenty."

She stared, trying to find the joke.

But there wasn't one.

"Project Umbra," he said softly. "My initiation into the Circle came with… side effects. Time became flexible."

"You're immortal?"

"No. Just… unfinished."

She took a step closer.

"Why me, Shawn? Why this marriage?"

His answer was so quiet she almost missed it.

"Because you were the variable. The one person no algorithm, no contract, no prophecy could predict."

"And I wanted something real."

Her breath caught.

Shawn walked over, placed a hand on the journal.

"But now that you know… everything changes."

Esther's eyes narrowed.

"Not everything," she said.

He tilted his head. "What do you mean?"

She smiled coldly.

"I still don't trust you.But I trust myself more now.And if my family's in this deep—I'm going to find out what else they've been hiding."

She turned and walked away, but this time—he followed her with a ghost of a smile.

Because that spark in her?

That fire?

It wasn't fear.

It was the beginning of a queen.