Prologue

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Inside the quiet hours of twilight, the Anderson's estate stood as a monument to both wealth and tragedy. The sprawling mansion, enveloped in ivy and history, cast long shadows over manicured gardens that once echoed with laughter. But tonight, there was only silence.                                                    —a haunting reminder of what had been lost.  

       Irene Anderson stood at the edge of the garden, her gaze fixed on the marble statue of her mother, Grace Anderson. The statue, with its serene expression and outstretched hand, seemed to beckon to her from across time and memory.

       It was here, in this garden, that changed Irene's life forever.

Ten years ago, a dark cloud had descended upon the Andersons family. Irene remembered the whispers, the accusations that tore through their once-perfect world. Her mother Grace, the heart of their home, had been found lifeless among the roses—her death a mystery that shattered their life.                                                                                                                                                                                       Richard Anderson, Irene's father, had been accused of his wife's murder. The scandal had gripped the city, casting a shadow of doubt and suspicion over their family name. Despite his protests of innocence, Richard had been imprisoned, leaving Elena alone to navigate a world that suddenly felt cold and unforgiving.                                                                                                                                                        Now, standing in the quiet of the garden, Irene vowed to uncover the truth. To clear her father's name and unravel the secrets that had torn her family apart. Crestwood Academy, with its prestigious halls and whispered rumors, was her chance for a new beginning. But little did she knew that the past, with its echoes of pain and betrayal, would never be far behind.


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