Comhroinn Fuaime

Six identical strangers showed up to my mother’s funeral wearing our family crest, My mother, Seraphina, always claimed we were the last of our line, but the sea of silver-white hair and plaid collars in the pews proved her life was a lie. These women weren't just relatives; they were the "Silver Roses," a secret branch of the family my mother had supposedly "cleansed" decades ago to consolidate her power. My Aunt Karen revealed the terrifying truth: our family estate wasn't a home, but a vault