The lounge had grown cold after Evelyn’s bold announcement. The once peaceful air was replaced with tension, and Evelyn was oblivious to it.

The triplets, the infamous Blackthorn brothers, sat in heavy silence, their eyes locked on the small girl Evelyn had called her maid. Ivy kept her head lowered, her hands clenched by her side. The weight of their stares pressed against her chest.

Damien leaned back, his jaw set tight. His crimson eyes, though calm to others, burned with a question he ...