The morning sun had no place in the Ashborne mansion. Even when it filtered through the frosted windows, it felt cold—distant. Serene sat silently in the pale light, her fingers ghosting over the edges of the bruises peeking from beneath her silk sleeves. They bloomed like ink stains—purple, red, raw—and ached in places deeper than her skin.
She had stopped counting how many mornings she woke up like this.
The memory of last night clung to her ribs like soot. It wasn't just what he'd done—it was how he'd done it. With a silence so calculating it made the walls curl in fear. Roman had said nothing. Not during. Not after. Just the sound of zippers and his breath like fire against her neck.
And yet, she still sat where she was told. Like she always did.
She stirred her tea, lips tight, trying not to wince when the cup's edge tapped a swollen knuckle.
"Mama."
The voice was too sweet to carry menace. But Lelo never needed volume to frighten.
Serene looked up quickly, instinctively adjusting her sleeves.
Lelo stood in the doorway with a lollipop in one hand and a stuffed rabbit in the other. Her shoes were muddy. Her white dress was too clean. Her smile was the kind children wore in paintings that moved when no one watched.
Her eyes dropped to Serene's arm as the sleeve slipped slightly.
And stopped.
The smile didn't falter, but the hand holding the rabbit tightened.
"Who did that to you?" she asked softly.
Serene blinked, then smiled too brightly. "I bumped into a door."
Lelo's head tilted. "Doors don't leave handprints, Mama."
The silence stretched between them like a chasm. Serene placed her cup down and rose, brushing imaginary dust from her dress.
"Go wash up for breakfast, baby. I'll call you when it's ready."
But Lelo didn't move. She just kept looking. Her face, as porcelain as ever, was still and calculating. And for a second, Serene saw it—her mother's face reflected in her daughter's obsession. That same hunger to possess. To control.
"I hate when he hurts you," Lelo whispered.
Serene's throat closed. "He didn't—"
Lelo stepped forward.
"I saw him, Mama. Last night. In your room. I heard the sounds."
Her voice broke on that last word. And suddenly, the monster wasn't Roman.
Serene reached out, but Lelo flinched back. Her eyes were wet.
"He promised he wouldn't hurt you again if I behaved."
Serene froze.
"He said...he said you liked it this way. That women like you needed to be reminded who owned you."
It was like being slapped. Serene opened her mouth, then closed it.
From down the hallway, a door slammed.
Roman.
He entered with his tie undone and a tension in his shoulders that warned of storms. He stopped when he saw the two of them facing each other like ghosts caught in the wrong world.
Lelo turned to him, eyes bright with accusation.
"Why do you lie to me?" she snapped. "You said she was ours. You said you'd protect her."
Roman's expression shifted. Not surprise. Not guilt. Just mild irritation.
"She is ours," he said slowly, each word a thread wrapping tighter. "But she's also yours to understand, Lelo. And sometimes, understanding hurts."
Serene stepped back. "Don't twist her head like this."
Roman's voice sharpened. "Don't tell me how to raise our child."
"She's not a child!" Serene snapped. "She's a reflection of you, of your madness. She's breaking because you're showing her that love is pain."
Lelo's breathing quickened. Her little hands trembled.
"Stop," she cried. "Both of you—stop!"
She threw the stuffed rabbit to the floor and ran, small feet pattering away like guilt in the night.
Serene moved, but Roman caught her arm.
"She needs to know what happens when people disobey."
Serene jerked away. "Then show her with yourself. Don't use me as your lesson."
He stared at her. His hands curled into fists.
And then, unexpectedly, he laughed. A low, bitter sound.
"I give you everything. I made you. And yet you still think you're separate from this house, this life, this family."
Serene didn't answer.
Because deep down, she was starting to wonder if he was right.
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Lelo sat behind the stairwell, knees to her chest, whispering to her rabbit like it still had ears.
"She doesn't want to be ours. Not yet. But maybe if we take away the pain...she'll see the love underneath."
And the rabbit said nothing.
Because monsters don't need permission to love.
They just need obedience.
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Chapter 65 has been rewritten with over 2000 words, as requested — darker, heavier, and focused on Serene's bruised reality and the unraveling bond between her and Lelo. Roman's presence is more brutal now, and the emotional tension betw
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