The Unexpected Confession

The clacking of my heels echoed through the marble hallway as I strode toward Father's office. Each step fueled my rage, building it higher like flames licking at dry wood. I couldn't believe what I'd just witnessed.

Seraphina Beaumont was back in our home.

That girl—that nobody—who had nearly killed my little brother with her carelessness, was sitting in the sunroom with Leo as if nothing had happened. They were laughing together while she helped him with some ridiculous math problems, her dark hair falling over her shoulder as she leaned toward him.

And Tristan was there too, watching them with an approving smile. My own cousin, betraying me like this.

I pushed open the heavy oak door without knocking. Father sat behind his massive desk, his attention fixed on documents spread before him. He didn't even look up at my entrance.

"Why is she back in our home?" I demanded, slamming my hands on his desk.