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The day turned gray as Violet gazed out the window, the oppressive Maxwell mansion looming over her like a prison. Her thoughts spun around the terror of the previous night, the uncertainty of the future, and her restrained fury toward Anthony and his family.
From the library came a constant murmur—low voices conspiring, scheming. The sense of being a pawn in a macabre game never left her. Violet knew she couldn't remain a silent victim. She had to find a way to escape, to save herself and the possible child growing within her.
One afternoon, as she strolled through the garden, a familiar figure appeared before her. It was Francis, who had shown more empathy than his cruel brother. Although she couldn't fully trust him, she saw an opportunity to gather information.
- "Francis, can I speak with you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
- "Of course, Violet," he replied, watching her with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
- "I need to know more about this spell. What does it really mean?" she insisted.
Francis hesitated for a moment before speaking.
- "Our mother's spell is ancient and powerful. It's designed to ensure the continuity of the Maxwell bloodline with potent magical blood. But, Violet, you don't have to remain trapped here. We can find a way to break it," he said, lowering his voice as if fearing someone might overhear.
Violet felt a spark of hope. But before she could respond, Anthony's voice rang out from the house.
- "What are you doing here, Violet?" His tone was cold and authoritative.
- "Just getting some air, Anthony. I need to clear my mind," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
Anthony approached her, his gaze intense and distrustful.
- "Remember, you're my wife now. Your place is with me," he said, gripping her arm firmly.
Violet felt a shiver run through her but decided to stand her ground.
- "I'm not your prisoner, Anthony. I'll find a way to be free," she said with determination.
Anthony stared at her, his expression darkening.
- "I assure you, Violet, any attempt to escape will be futile. You're as trapped here as everyone else," he stated ominously.
That night, as shadows danced across her bedroom walls, Violet devised a plan. She knew she needed allies, and Francis was her only option within this cursed house. Desperate for a way out, she headed to the library, where she knew he spent his nights reading.
- "Francis, I need your help," she said urgently upon finding him.
Francis looked up from his book, his eyes reflecting concern and something more—a spark of resolve.
