Chapter 248

Author's pov The darkness inside the castle was complete, swallowing everything in its path. The only sound breaking the stillness was the soft hum of classical music drifting from a nearby speaker, its melancholic notes echoing in the otherwise empty room, like a forgotten memory. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a knock on the door. Belinda's eyes snapped open. She had been reclining on the sofa, lost in the music, but now her gaze turned icy, her sharp, snake-like eyes narrowing as she stared through the window, her attention drawn to the vast, inky blackness of the forest beyond. The knock came again, more urgent this time. Without a flicker of emotion, Belinda stood, her movements measured and precise. She walked to the window, her steps almost soundless, her expression one of cool disdain. She didn't flinch. She didn't panic. "Enter," she called coldly, her voice smooth, as though nothing could disturb her composure. The butler entered in a flurry, his face pale and tense. In