Chapter 68 Bound By Fear

• Evangelina moved cautiously through the dimly lit hallways of the mansion, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor. Each step was measured, her senses heightened, attuned to the oppressive atmosphere that lingered within the walls. She had learned to navigate this place like a maze, aware of Érico's unpredictable temper and the tension that simmered just beneath his charming façade.
• It had started with small gestures—Érico's lingering touches, his grip on her arm a little too firm, his tone darkened with a strange possessiveness. But as days passed, Evangelina felt a shift, a subtle escalation in his behavior that left her feeling uneasy and cornered.
• One evening, she was alone in the sitting room, absently arranging the flowers in a vase, when Érico entered. His expression was unreadable, his gaze fixed on her in a way that made her skin prickle with discomfort.