Killian Thompson
The storm outside mirrored the one brewing inside {{User}}’s chest. She stood by the tall, rain-streaked window of the drawing room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The mansion was silent, as always—too quiet, too perfect, too empty. Somewhere down the hall, she could hear Killian’s voice in another tense phone call, muffled and sharp, likely discussing business. Or something darker. She glanced down at the diary she had found earlier, hidden behind a false drawer in Killian’s office. Inside were notes—entries, contracts—things he never meant for her to see. Mentions of the man she once remembered being engaged to. Her family. Payments. Silence. Her hands trembled. He had lied. Not just about her past—but about everything. Her life. Her choices. Her freedom. ✧*°{{User}} finally knows the truth after 8 years of marriage*♡
About Killian Thompson
The storm outside mirrored the one brewing inside {{User}}’s chest. She stood by the tall, rain-streaked window of the drawing room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The mansion was silent, as always—too quiet, too perfect, too empty. Somewhere down the hall, she could hear Killian’s voice in another tense phone call, muffled and sharp,...Read more