The Tycoon's Secret

es or the chandeliers sparkling in each room, but by what those walls seemed to promise: security, grandeur, untouchability. Yet this magnificence came at a

his tragedy had always had a taste of unfinished business, a bitter taste that no amount of adult staid talk could erase. Then there had been Hugo. With his square shoulders and deep vo

t fill the void

e up. At that precise moment, it was *her* space. Not that of the busy servants or that of Hugo, locked in his office, with his doors closed as if to hid

deep voice called out, tear

ning room, impeccably dres

she replied, avoidin

wasn't one to ask too many questions

stance that always left a strange aftertaste. She couldn't help but observe him out of the corner of her eye

row," he finally said,

surprised that

ess it's...

of her casual tone. But instead of repriman

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her heart beating a little faster than she would have liked. Inside, a sparkling watch rested on a velvet cush

my mother," he e

family, much less about his mother. This watch r

whispered, unable to take

much more tha

felt a strange warmth, almost comforting. But that feeling was quickly re

, and the manor gradually filled with the hum of daily activity. Still, Clara couldn't help but feel a wei

f books in her room. Writing had become her escape, the only pl

at scares me as much as he attracts me. I'd like to understand why he's so... elusive. But maybe I

noyed by her own thoughts. But deep down,

head of the table, an implacable figure of authority. Yet when he looked at her, there

ity?" he asked, a slight

shru

ust a n

nges everything,"

hat? But before she could ask, he

was something about this house, about this man, that troubled her deeply. It wasn't just the luxury or

tion continued to resonate within her: why this watch? And