She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 360: The Thirteenth Eye

Fortune Mansion was located in another affluent neighborhood to the north of Akloit. This area had once been a Briyran concession, boasting a strong Enofonean architectural influence. Many of the houses featured Gothic-style pointed roofs, and the most famous among them was the red mansion located at a crossroads.

This mansion, owned by Akloit’s wealthiest family, the Foleys, was lavishly decorated from design to furnishings, reflecting the opulence and grandeur of the wealthy.

Passersby would only see the grandeur and luxury of the house, but they couldn’t perceive the emptiness and solitude within its walls. Local residents often heard an elegant and retro piano melody emanating from the mansion in the early morning, though no one knew who was playing. The music was melodic, pure, and rivalled that of professional pianists.

The mansion featured opulent Enofonean-style decor, with antique chandeliers that resembled bellflowers, and floral patterned fabric sofas where books were haphazardly stacked.

In the center of the first-floor hall stood a black and white grand piano. A woman sat there, gracefully clad in a dark red velvet gown with a vintage square collar that cinched at the waist. She played the piano with elegance, her fingers moving gracefully across the black and white keys.

Her fingers danced nimbly across the piano keys, producing a series of enchanting and haunting melodies that disrupted the morning’s tranquility.

The melancholic melody repeated, creating an eerie atmosphere that sent shivers down one’s spine. It was like the gaze of the devil itself, unrelentingly fixating on you.

The Devil’s Invitation – the ‘Thirteenth Pair of Eyes’ – originated from a primitive tribe. It began circulating in the mid-20th century, and it was rumored that everyone in that tribe had committed suicide after hearing this piece. The melody felt like the unblinking eyes of death itself.

Because of its eerie and dark nature, the piece was later banned from performance, and the musical score gradually disappeared.

On the staircase at this moment, a young man in his early thirties, wearing a well-tailored black suit and gold-rimmed glasses, was holding a deep brown briefcase. His fair and handsome face was marked by a pair of meticulously groomed eyebrows, and he wore an expression of impatience. He glanced briefly at the woman playing the piano.

‘Again, so early in the morning? What madness has possessed you?’ he asked, furrowing his brows.

down on the final high note of the piano, producing a deafening, ear-piercing sound, as if

abruptly ceased,

words, her features perfectly balanced, as if painted by a divine hand. Her enchanting face radiated a pure and

was this very woman who had just played the eerie and dark

on a

walked down the stairs towards the door, carrying his briefcase. ‘Yes, I have a business trip. If you

even look back as

of his briefcase. She sighed bitterly. It seemed like he would be gone

around six or seven years old,

boy’s face was a spitting image of the man who had just left, as if they had been carved from the same mold.

at his mother, who was

up the prepared breakfast. He walked downstairs and greeted his mothe with a calm

that the woman reacted, gently stroking the boy’s head with her beautiful, skillful hands that seemed perfect for playing any

‘Okay.’

I will be painting, and I’ll come pick you up

fair face. He reached for the doorknob, opened the door, and

kept a tight, polite smile and, before leaving, glanced back at his mother, who was

the weather forecast had predicted heavy

maid with an ordinary appearance and a slightly plump figure approached, carrying a black umbrella. She affectionately patted the boy’s hair. ‘Master Kelvin, the snow outside is getting heavier.

looked at Rachel with his dark, gem-like eyes and replied solemnly, ‘No need,’ before shouldering his backpack and heading

walking alone on