Novelas de LOVE

Lucian HartI sat across from my mother in a bare interview room at the police station, and she had not looked at me once since the officers led me in. She sat very straight on the metal chair in the black silk gown from the gala, her hands folded in her lap, like a woman waiting for a train. My phone had been buzzing against my ribs for an hour. I had silenced it, because I could not bear one more voice from the outside world."You have nothing to say," I said. "Not even to your own son.""I have nothing to explain to a man who has forgotten whose house he lives in." Her voice was cool and even. "Go home, Lucian, and let the lawyers deal with this.""The tea," I said. "The blend you carried up to Sera every morning for eight years. The Sterling doctors found something in her blood. What was in that cup, Mother?"For a moment she studied my face, as if deciding how much I was worth. Then she smiled, very slightly, and the smile was the most frightening thing I had ever seen. "You neve

The silver haired man drew his hand from his jacket, and in it was not a weapon but a small silver case, the kind that men carry for pills. A thousand people were watching, and not one of them understood what they saw until he flicked the lid open, tipped a single capsule into his mouth, and swallowed it dry. He did it with the same calm he had used an hour earlier, when he kissed my cheek and told me he was my father's cousin."Stop him!" my eldest brother shouted, and the hall broke into motion. Guards vaulted the long table. Chairs crashed over, and someone screamed, and my mother rose with both hands pressed to her mouth. But the man only smiled faintly at me across the length of the room. Then his eyes rolled back, and he folded onto the marble like a coat slipping off a hook, before a single question could be put to him.My second brother reached him first. He was on his knees with his jacket flung aside, working at the man's collar and wrist, and his voice came out sharp and fa

SeraMadam Hart came down the grand staircase one step at a time, in black silk, with her champagne still in her hand. She did not hurry. By the time she reached the marble floor, the music had stopped, and a thousand guests had turned toward the little knot of people at the mouth of the corridor, where I stood between Lucian and Eleanor Vale with my pulse roaring in my ears."What a scene," she said, in the gracious voice she kept for banquets. "Seraphina, my dear, you have been unwell, and I told Lucian this would be too much for you. Eleanor, I do not know what nonsense you have been whispering, but you are clearly overwrought. I know nothing about any of it, and I deny every word."I stared at her. For eight years that voice had called me useless, and I had bowed my head and swallowed it. I felt the old habit rise in me like a tide, the urge to apologize for taking up space in a room. Then a hand settled on my shoulder, steady and warm. My eldest brother had come up behind me with

SeraThe grand hall of the old opera house glittered like the inside of a jewel box. Chandeliers hung from a painted ceiling, and a thousand guests moved beneath them in silk and black velvet, their voices rising into a soft roar that stopped the moment I stepped through the doors. My eldest brother stood at my right hand and my second brother at my left, and my youngest walked half a step behind in a suit he plainly hated. I wore a gown of deep green, and the silver bracelet lay against my wrist like a promise.For eight years I had entered rooms like this one behind my husband, a pale shadow that nobody remembered by the end of the night. Now people bowed their heads as I passed, and whispers followed me like a train. I held my chin high and breathed slowly, and for a few minutes I almost believed that I belonged there.Then the crowd parted, and a woman came toward me. She was perhaps sixty, tall and elegant, in a gray silk gown with a rope of pearls at her throat. Her silver hair

Lucian HartThe slippers stopped outside the dressing room door. I had perhaps two seconds, and I used them the way I had once used them in negotiations, without thinking. I slid the little black phone into the inside pocket of my jacket and turned toward the dressing table just as the door opened.Serena stood on the threshold in her silk robe, one hand resting on her stomach. Her eyes went to me, then to her handbag, then back to my face, and I watched her smile arrive a fraction too late. "Lucian," she said. What are you doing here?"Looking for you. I wanted to ask whether you needed anything." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "I did not mean to startle you.""How thoughtful." She touched the clasp of the handbag once, as if she were checking that it was still warm. I kissed her forehead because I could not think of anything else a husband in my position would do. Her skin was cold under my lips, and I walked out slowly, and I did not let myself breathe until I had locked t

Lucian HartI came home after midnight with my coat still damp from the Sterling gates, and the house was so quiet that I could hear a voice before I reached the stairs. It came from the morning room, low and quick, and I stopped in the hall with my hand on the banister. Serena was speaking on the phone, and the words were soft, but the tone under them was not. It was cold and impatient, the tone of a woman giving orders. "Yes, Mother," I heard her say. "I understand. I told you it would be handled."I do not know why I did not move. For eight years I had walked past rooms like that one and never listened to what was inside them. Now I stood in the dark with my daughter asleep upstairs and my wife missing, and I understood that I had spent a very long time not hearing things.She ended the call as I stepped through the door, and she turned to me with a warm, surprised smile. "Lucian, you are soaked. Sit down, and I will have tea brought.""Who was that?" I asked."My mother. She worri