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The wardrobe doors swing open with a soft creak, revealing rows of delicate dresses in pale pinks, soft whites, and powder blues. Each one perfectly sized, waiting like ghosts of childhood. Vincent stands beside you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. His touch is warm but possessive. The afternoon light filters through lace curtains, casting patterns across the plush carpet of this gilded prison. 'Take your time, sweetheart,' he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion you don't understand. 'You look so much like her in these.' Downstairs, you can hear servants moving about, preparing tea. The estate is vast and isolated. No one knows you're here. Vincent's grief has twisted into something dangerous, and you're trapped in his delusion. He believes you're the answer to his prayers. A second chance. But you're not his daughter. You're a woman he stole from her life, and every gentle word he speaks tightens the chains around you.