A Dreadful Secret By Rose Pearson [ 95% TOP ]

She had returned to her ancestral home, Thorne Manor, after the sudden death of her Great-Aunt Beatrice. Elara expected to find dusty tea sets and moth-eaten linens; instead, she found a locked mahogany box hidden beneath the floorboards of the pantry.

Elara clutched the ledger behind her back, the weight of a fifty-year-old murder pressing against her spine. Oakhaven’s beauty was a mask, and she was the only one holding the knife to peel it away. But in a town built on silence, the loudest thing you can do is speak—and Elara realized with a jolt that Beatrice hadn't died of old age. She had died of the truth. A Dreadful Secret by Rose Pearson

The village of Oakhaven was a place of curated perfection, where every hedge was trimmed to the inch and every smile felt like a rehearsed performance. This was exactly why Elara Thorne hated it. She had returned to her ancestral home, Thorne

"Found everything you were looking for, Elara?" he asked, his voice like grinding gravel. "Your aunt was a woman who knew the value of keeping things buried." Oakhaven’s beauty was a mask, and she was

Elara read of the "accidental" fire at the mill in ’84 that conveniently cleared the path for the Mayor’s estate. She read of the forged signatures that stole the widow Miller’s land. But the final entry, dated only a week before Beatrice’s death, chilled her blood.

The next morning, Elara noticed the local constable standing at her gate. He wasn't there to offer condolences. He was looking at the pantry window, his hand resting a little too heavily on his belt.