Chapter 44

Kylie's POV

I hid behind one of the paintings in the room, my heart raced as the person entered the room and put on the light.

Madam? What was she doing here? How does she have access to this room?

Madam walked to the front of the painting that my eyes had caught a glimpse of earlier and she removed the clothes covering it.

My Jaw dropped when the person in the painting looked so much like my younger self, what was this? It felt like I was seeing my reflection.

Madam's hand traced the painting, "Even in your death you still torment him," she laughed bitterly, "He barely remembers your face but remembers your eyes."

Why would Jaylen barely remember the face of someone he paints?

The eyes, Madam had said my eyes looked familiar, Jaylen's sister had said I looked familiar and wanted to kill me in the operating room when I went to assassinate someone, Jaylen also said my eyes and now he had paintings of my teenage self and my eyes.

"As much as we tried to remove you from his memories, yo