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Twilight in Lace and Sorrow

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Ophelia is a girl burdened by a name she never chose, scarred by a past she can’t escape, and trapped within a family that knows no mercy. In a decaying empire where corruption reigns and values crumble, she fights to carve out her existence—far from the shadows that threaten to consume her. As she navigates a world that seeks to silence her, Ophelia faces mysterious forces determined to extinguish the last flicker of hope. All the while, she wrestles with betrayal, heartbreak, and the unraveling of everything she thought made her strong. With each step, she draws closer to a final reckoning—against an enemy who shows no mercy, and a fate that demands everything she has left. But in the heart of darkness, a faint light begins to stir… a hidden strength that may be her only path to survival. This is not a soft love story. It is the tragedy of a soul refusing to break. A tale of defiance, rebirth, and the forging of a legend from the ashes.
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Chapter 1 - prologue

No one is born evil. We create evil through our actions. And perhaps, we are the heroes of the stories we write for ourselves… and the villains in the ones we never dared to read.

On the mist-veiled outskirts of the British countryside, where the silence of the forest blends with winds that seem to mourn, stands the Carter estate: a grand manor untouched by time, wrapped in fields that bloom in defiance of the cold. Within its towering walls lives Ophelia Carter, eighteen, daughter of Marquess Oscar Carter, one of the nation's most renowned weapons manufacturers.

Ophelia was never molded by the rules of her lineage. She never danced the waltz beneath chandeliers of gold, nor wore the roles stitched for noblewomen. She was something else entirely—a quiet rebellion, a whisper of wild wind slipping through locked windows.

By her side stood Adelia, her twin in form and opposite in spirit. Where Adelia embodied grace and poise, planting roses wherever she stepped, Ophelia was the thorn: sharp, unseen, and unwilling to bloom on command.

To the world, they were reflections. In truth, they were proof that two lives may begin in the same breath… and yet belong to entirely different storms.