Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The Scream in the Mansion
The perfection of high society is always built upon the most sickening lies.
Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. A luxurious wedding in an ancient, majestic Andalusian mansion. Thousands of white roses, incredibly expensive champagne, and the most powerful guests in the country. I was wearing my custom-tailored black suit, waiting for the angelic woman of my dreams.
But then, a sound ripped through the silence. Desperate banging against a door. And the terrified weeping of a child.
I dashed down the long marble hallway. A maid was also running in horror toward the west wing room. What I saw through the glass panel caused the blood to freeze in my veins.
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A little boy. His clothes were filthy, his face washed in tears, desperately slamming his tiny hands against the thick glass. He was trapped in a dark, suffocating room.
And standing just outside the door… was my bride. The woman I was about to call my wife, wrapped in her immaculate white dress. But her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and she was clutching the room's key with a vice-like grip.
