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.

woman’s hands pressed down on the final high note of the piano,

ceased, and she turned

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

woman who had just played the eerie

are you on a business

nodded with a detached tone and hurriedly walked down the stairs towards the door, carrying his briefcase. ‘Yes, I have a business trip. If

even look back

fabric peeking out of his briefcase.

He appeared to be around six or seven years old, still wearing a black cotton pajama set and adorable cartoon duck slippers on

the same

departing figure and then at his mother, who was standing downstairs lost in thought. He turned and headed

help from the maid, Rachel, he changed into his school uniform, washed up, shouldered his backpack, and picked up the prepared breakfast. He

stroking the boy’s head with her beautiful, skillful hands that seemed

‘Okay.’

will be painting, and I’ll come pick you

his fair face. He reached for the

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

December 27th, and the weather forecast

middle-aged 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. You should

replied solemnly, ‘No need,’

walking alone on the wide,