Traces of Betrayal

Daphne’s POV

The tires of the Rolls-Royce screeched as the chauffeur pulled into the Beaumont driveway. I didn’t wait for him to open the door. I threw it open myself and stormed toward the front entrance, my heart hammering a beat against my ribs. The opulence of my childhood home usually calmed me, but today, every gilded frame and curtain felt like it was mocking me.

"Mother!" I yelled, my voic