Chapter 4: The Dog’s Trail
The next morning, Isabelle walkedthrough the sprawling estate gardens, her boots sinking slightly into the damp earth. The storm had passed, but an eerie stillness remained. She followed the path...
View ArticleChapter 5: Unveiling Julian’s Past
The deeper Isabelle digs, the moretangled Julian’s past becomes. His wife, Eleanor, had been the picture of grace–a woman adored by many, yet haunted by something unseen. Official reports claimed she...
View ArticleChapter 6: The Dog’s Role
The night is thick with tension as Isabelle steps outside, following the noise she heard. The estate feels eerily alive, as if something unseen is watching her. Then, she sees them. Fresh paw prints...
View ArticleChapter 7: The Growing Bond
The mansion felt different in the softglow of twilight. The storm had passed, leaving a mist that clung to the grounds like an unspoken secret. Isabelle found herself in the study again, across from...
View ArticleChapter 8: Breakthrough
Julian led her to the west wing, the part of the mansion where even the light seemed afraid to enter. Isabelle’s heart pounded as she stepped into the forgotten room, dust floating in the air like...
View ArticleChapter 9: A Dangerous Turn
The rusted dog bed near the lake stillhaunts Isabelle’s mind. Who took Max? Why? Julian’s silence weighs on her, his reluctance to speak only fueling her suspicions. That night, as she reads through...
View ArticleChapter 10: The Truth Comes To Light
Julian is acting strange. More guarded. More restless. Isabelle senses a war inside him–one part wanting to push her away, the other desperate to pull her close. Then, a letter arrives. Slipped under...
View ArticleChapter 11: The Final Confrontation
The weight of the truth pressed down on Isabelle like an iron chain. She never expected the past she had buried to resurface in the most sinister way. She stood frozen in Julian’s study, the old...
View ArticleChapter 12: Resolution
The mansion had been a place ofdarkness, secrets, and pain. But now, it felt different–lighter, as if the ghosts of its past had finally been put to rest. Isabelle stood at the grand entrance, the...
View ArticleEpilogue
The mansion stood quiet under thegolden glow of the late afternoon sun. The storm had passed, leaving the air crisp and clean, as if the very walls of the estate had exhaled a long-held breath. In the...
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