Adrian’s POV

The Vances family mansion stood in perfect silence under the night sky.

A symbol of power.Order.Control.

Inside, the atmosphere was anything but calm.

I stepped through the grand doors, my expression unreadable as I removed my coat and handed it to the waiting staff.

I had barely taken two steps into the living room when—“Stop right there.”

Natalie’s voice cut through the air sharply.

I paused.

Slowly, I turned.

Natalie sat elegantly on the sofa, her posture straight, her gaze piercing. Beside her sat Asher, calm but visibly stern.

And on the table in front of them—A stack of photographs.

My eyes flickered downward.

I already knew.

“…What...