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I raised my arm, preparing to bring the whip down across Olivia's already bruised back. The anticipation of her screams made my heart race with dark excitement.

(Olivia's POV)

I braced myself for the bite of the whip, my back already throbbing from the Discipline Rod. Through the haze of pain, I heard the door burst open with a thunderous bang.

"I'd like to see who dares touch my Olivial"

The voice that echoed through the Stone Ancestral Hall sent a wave of relief washing over me. Matriarch Evelyn Stone stood in the doorway, her diminutive frame somehow filling the entire space with her presence.

Fear rippled through the room like a tangible force.

Isabelle flinched violently, losing her grip on the whip. The leather tails recoiled, striking her own leg. She let out a piercing scream, dropping to the floor as blood seeped through her expensive pants.

Eleanor's face drained of color. "Mother," she stammered, 'you're back."

Isabelle whimpered from the floor, clutching her injured leg. "Grandmother!"

The servants trembled, bowing deeply. "Matriarch!"

But I only felt joy flooding through my veins. With a surge of strength, I scrambled to my feet and rushed toward Matriarch Evelyn,

"Grandmother!" I cried, tears of relief streaming down my face.

She opened her arms, enfolding me in a protective embrace. Her familiar scent- moonlight herbs. wisdom-surrounded me like a shield.

"My dear Olivia, are you alright?" she asked, her aged hands gently examining my face.

"I'm fine," I assured her, though my back screamed in protest. Tears welled in my eyes as a torrent of questions poured out. "Grandmother, when did you wake up? Why did you come back alone? Are you well?"

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years, softened as she patted my

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balm, soothing the ache of

(Victoria's POV)

beside Emma's bed, watching her sleep peacefully. Her tears had

tugged at my

g faint

going perfectly Olivia was finally getting what she deserved-punishment for

door interrupted my thoughts. A

he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Matriarch

cold. Matriarch Evelyn? The old woman who had

dress with trembling hands. "Is she... Is

ma'am. And

If Matriarch Evelyn had truly returned to her senses, everything I had built

years ago-a truth I had meticulously

as I

confusion.

who's Matriarch Evelyn?" she asked

grandmother," I replied, forcing a smile. "A very important lady who wants

saw Ethan's face light up

sank further

back,

(Olivia's POV)

stood beside Matriarch Evelyn, drawing strength from her presence as Ethan

you," he said,

his cheek lovingly, though her eyes held questions she wasn't yet asking. "My

clung to Ethan's side like a shadow. Without acknowledging her, Matriarch Evelyn

I was suffering and was letting

anymore.

sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in Eleanor's stiff posture, Isabelle's bandaged leg, and

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