*Storm's POV*

lay on the luxurious bed in the opulent chamber, feeling a whirlwind of emotions tearing through me. The room, adorned with gold and silver trinkets, seemed to mock me with its lavishness, a stark contrast to the turmoil that gripped my heart. I couldn't believe what I had just discovered, and it left me feeling shattered and betrayed.

As I sat lost in my thoughts, replaying the events that led me to this moment, the door creaked open, and Scott entered the room.

"I hope you're getting better?" Scott said with a sly grin, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "I see you've finally grasped the truth."...