Beyond the Blossoms
They say the Harrington heir was born under spring blossoms, a child promised a life of effortless beauty, sheltered fortune, and a world that would bow at his feet. They say he grew beneath chandeliers and marble halls, untouchable, unshakeable, and unbearably charmed. They say his fiancée fled from him—
and that nothing in his life had ever truly denied him until the day she left.
But that is only what they say.
In the quiet spaces between rumor and truth, something else stirs: a night that tore the velvet from his world. A silence that settled into the walls of a mansion now too large for one heart. A shift so violent that no one who knew the heir before could recognize the man who returned.
Now the blossoms outside the Harrington estate have begun to fall out of season—
soft, soundless, and wrong.
Whispers coil through the corridors of industry and power. Servants walk a little faster when dusk arrives. Doors stay locked that once stood open. And somewhere in the vast house, someone counts their breaths in the dark, wondering when the ghosts in the mirrors began to look back.
The new chairman has taken his throne.
The world watches, enthralled and terrified.
But behind the closed gates of the Harrington estate, where petals gather like pale confessions on the stone steps—
nothing is as it appears.
Nothing at all.