The Beaumont mansion loomed against the Drakorian skyline, its Gothic spires piercing the smog-filled air. Inside, the opulent halls echoed with the rapid click of heels on marble as Cassandra Beaumont descended the grand staircase, her face a mask of barely contained fury.
Moments earlier, Maria, the elderly nanny who had cared for Cassandra since childhood, had knocked on her door with a familiar, dreaded phrase: "He's here again."
"Who?" Cassandra had asked, though she already knew the answer.
"Uncle Harry," Maria had replied, her wrinkled face creased with worry.
Now, Cassandra stormed through the mansion, her emerald eyes flashing with rage. She'd done her best to maintain composure in the weeks since uncovering her uncle's betrayal, juggling personal crises and the weight of the Beaumont legacy. But this intrusion was the final straw.
