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Chapter 36 - ❥⁠˙⁠๑ Chapter 36

The morning light filtered softly through the grand windows of the mansion, casting delicate patterns on the polished floor. I moved through the house like a shadow, unsure of my place within these walls that felt both familiar and foreign. As I wandered aimlessly, I found myself in a room I hadn't noticed before, the door slightly ajar. Curiosity piqued, I pushed it open and stepped inside.

The room was filled with dust motes dancing in the sunbeams, and the air carried the scent of old books and forgotten memories. It looked like a study, cluttered with shelves stacked high with books, and scattered papers littered the mahogany desk. As I approached, something on the desk caught my eye-a crumpled piece of paper partially hidden beneath a stack of yellowed pages.

I reached for it, my fingers brushing against the fragile parchment. Carefully, I unfolded it, revealing a letter that appeared to be written in elegant, flowing handwriting. My heart raced as I scanned the words, each line drawing me deeper into a story I was not yet part of.

My dearest Ezra,

If you're reading this, it means the past has caught with us. I am sorry for the pain you feel, for the weight of our families' decisions pressing down upon you. Your father and Lord Frodo have taken from us more than we ever realized. They've traded our blood for wealth, twisting our fates in ways we can't escape.

I beg you to find-

The letter was torn, as if it had been ripped apart in a moment of anguish. My heart sank as I absorbed the gravity of the words. It was addressed to Ezra, a fragment of his mother's past, yet it revealed so much about the animosity that had formed between us. The mention of his father and Irina's father made my blood run cold-was this the reason Ezra despised me so deeply? The thought churned within me, but I couldn't linger on it.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and panic coursed through me. I hastily shoved the letter into my pocket, hiding its remnants from sight just as Aunt Rachel entered.

"Oh, Irina!" she exclaimed, a warm smile spreading across her face. "I was just coming to look for you. I thought you might want to give some recommend food for dinner tonight. It's important for the family to come together."

"Dinner?" I echoed, my stomach twisting at the thought of another evening filled with scrutiny.

"Yes! I think it'll do us all good to bond. My husband Alexander can't attend because of his work. Besides, I know the last dinner was a bit... tense." She glanced at me knowingly, her kindness unwavering.

"Yeah sure," I replied, forcing a smile, the letter still weighing heavily in my pocket. I was reluctant but needed to distract myself from the weight of the discovery.

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Later that evening, the dining room was set with an air of formality. The table gleamed under the flickering candlelight, but I could feel the tension thickening as guests arrived. I found myself fidgeting, glancing toward Ezra, who sat at the far end, his expression unreadable.

As the dinner progressed, I tried to engage in light conversation, but the atmosphere felt suffocating. I had just taken a sip of wine when Noah, Ezra's cousin, spoke up. His voice cut through the chatter like a knife.

"So, Irina, how does it feel to be the 'new' you?" he asked, a smirk dancing on his lips. "I mean, after everything you did... or didn't do."

My heart raced, and I felt the eyes of the entire table shift toward me. I could feel their judgment, like heavy chains around my neck. "I'm just trying to move forward," I managed to say, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

"Is that so?" Noah pressed. "It's hard to forget a past like yours. You really think a change in name makes you different? Do you expect us to just forget?"

Ezra remained silent, his cold gaze locked onto his plate, seemingly unaffected by the tension rising around us. It stung to be the target of such scrutiny, and for a moment, I wanted to crumble under the weight of their expectations.

"I never meant to hurt anyone," I finally said, my voice rising. "I'm not that person anymore. I want to be better, for myself and for everyone."

Noah leaned back, crossing his arms. "Better? That's rich coming from you. You're just playing the part."

Aunt Rachel, who had been quietly observing, suddenly interjected. "Now, Noah, that's enough. We're here to support one another, not tear each other down." Her voice was firm, cutting through the tension like a breath of fresh air. "Irina deserves a chance, just as we all do. We cannot change our pasts, but we can choose how we move forward."

The room fell silent, the weight of her words lingering in the air. I met Aunt Rachel's eyes, gratitude swelling within me. In a house filled with cold glances and buried secrets, her support felt like a lifeline.

As the dinner continued, I realized that I would need allies in this battle of hearts and minds. The discovery of the letter weighed heavily on me, but now, with the growing tension and unexpected support from Aunt Rachel, I knew I had to dig deeper into the secrets of our pasts. This wasn't just about defending my new identity; it was about uncovering the truth hidden beneath layers of betrayal and resentment.

After dinner, while the others mingled, I slipped away to find a quiet space, clutching the remnants of the letter tightly. I would uncover the truth-about Ezra, Irina and his families, and the darkness that had haunted him and Irina for too long.

At first, I only wanted to survive, but after I met the real Irina, i want to gave her life back. Maybe, i can help her a little by finding out what actually is happening around this world since I didn't finish read the story.

With determination burning in my chest, I knew that this was just the beginning. I would find the answers I sought, even if it meant facing the shadows of our shared history.