Chapter 1 - Thrown to the Cold
The freezing wind howled through the grand entrance of Ashford Hall, driving sharp flakes of snow across the polished marble floor.
"Get out of this house now!"
Vivian’s sharp, piercing voice cut through the cavernous foyer. Draped in a heavy fur coat over a sparkling gold gown, her blonde hair styled to perfection, she pointed an angry, manicured finger directly at the open doorway. Beside her, Graham hoisted a battered vintage leather suitcase covered in faded travel stickers. His dark hair was immaculately styled, his navy blue tailored suit sharp, but his face twisted with pure malice.
Behind Graham, Chloe leaned against the grand archway in a deep emerald green silk robe. A subtle, cruel smirk danced across her lips as she watched the humiliation unfold.
Evelyn stood shivering on the snowy threshold. Beautiful, mid-20s, with tear-streaked cheeks and snow catching in her long blonde hair, she clutched her newborn twin boys close to her chest. They were wrapped tightly in soft white swaddles, shielded under her elegant cream winter coat with its plush fur collar.
"Graham..." Evelyn’s voice trembled against the biting cold, her eyes desperate yet pleading. "They are your sons."
Graham took a sharp step toward the door, his posture aggressive and unforgiving. Chloe slipped her arm smoothly through his, looking down at Evelyn with icy satisfaction.
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"You trapped me with children," Graham spat, his voice harsh and mocking. "You’re done here."
👉 Read PART 2 to see the cruel act Graham commits next on the snowy steps of Ashford Hall!
