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WHEN SPIRITS CONNECT

작가: Diane Draft
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-05-06 18:39:27
Mandy’s laughter had barely died on her lips when the first wail shattered the drawing room. She’d been presiding over a small gathering of potential social allies—heiresses and society matrons draped in silk and jewels—when the sound cut through the polite clinking of champagne glasses like a knife. Heads turned, delicate chatter halted, and Mandy froze mid-smile, as though she’d been struck.

She rose abruptly. “Excuse me,” she said, voice too bright, too forced. She laid a hand on the back of her chair—an anchor in the storm of her own making—and slipped from the room, leaving clusters of guests staring at one another in startled confusion.

The cry had come again, louder, more urgent, echoing from the hallway beyond. Two maids hurried around the corner, faces pale, hands fluttering at their sides.

“Ma’am,” one whispered. “The baby—Master Andre—he’s crying, and he won’t stop.”

Mandy’s blood ran ice-cold. She dropped her gloves to the polished marble floor and bolted down the corridor,
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  • ALIYAH'S REVENGE    SHADOWS AND GLIMMERS

    “Marina, a little more grit on those plates, please!” Margie’s voice cut through the clatter of dishes like a bell at the start of a shift.Marina Pierce didn’t look up from the sink. Her arms ached from hours of scouring grease and stacking heavy plates. “Yes, ma’am,” she replied, forcing cheer into her tone. “Right away.”Margie Hawk, owner of Margie’s Diner, wasn’t known for patient kindness, but she paid on time. That was all Marina could ask for. She scrubbed at the rim of a chipped coffee cup until the last ring of syrup vanished. Steam fogged her vision; her back protested every bend; hunger gnawed in her belly. But she kept moving.At six-thirty in the morning, Margie’s was already alive with breakfast regulars. A thumping rock station crackled from speakers, mingling with the hiss of the grill, the swoosh of the soda fountain, and the murmur of conversation. Waitresses in red uniforms darted between tables, balancing stacks of pancakes and eggs, while the cook hollered orders

  • ALIYAH'S REVENGE    WHEN SPIRITS CONNECT

    Mandy’s laughter had barely died on her lips when the first wail shattered the drawing room. She’d been presiding over a small gathering of potential social allies—heiresses and society matrons draped in silk and jewels—when the sound cut through the polite clinking of champagne glasses like a knife. Heads turned, delicate chatter halted, and Mandy froze mid-smile, as though she’d been struck.She rose abruptly. “Excuse me,” she said, voice too bright, too forced. She laid a hand on the back of her chair—an anchor in the storm of her own making—and slipped from the room, leaving clusters of guests staring at one another in startled confusion.The cry had come again, louder, more urgent, echoing from the hallway beyond. Two maids hurried around the corner, faces pale, hands fluttering at their sides.“Ma’am,” one whispered. “The baby—Master Andre—he’s crying, and he won’t stop.”Mandy’s blood ran ice-cold. She dropped her gloves to the polished marble floor and bolted down the corridor,

  • ALIYAH'S REVENGE    THE ESCAPE

    The moon hung low and silver over Perez Manor, its light slicing through the tall hedges that surrounded the estate like silent sentinels. Inside the nursery wing, every corridor lay draped in shadows. Aliyah Pierce—once Aliyah Haven—pressed her back against the cool plaster wall, heart hammering so fiercely her ribs ached. Clutched in her trembling hand was a small leather satchel containing a change of clothes, a few bills, and her mother’s maiden name scrawled in cramped handwriting on a piece of paper.“Elena,” she whispered, voice raw. “It’s time.”The door at the end of the hall creaked open. A small, weary face peered in—Elena, the maid who had dared to undermine orders. Her dark hair was tucked beneath a service cap; her uniform looked the same as always, but her eyes blazed with something new.“Elena,” Aliyah breathed. “Are you sure?”Elena slipped into the hallway, closing the door silently behind her. “I’ve waited three months for this. Pedro’s gone to the city for a board

  • ALIYAH'S REVENGE    A GRANDSON RECEIVED, A FORTUNE EARNED

    The hallway leading to Eduardo Perez’s bedroom smelled of lavender oil and finality. Silent-footed nurses hovered just beyond his door, their faces pinched with reverence and dread, as though death itself lingered on the other side—impatient, but polite.Pedro stood at the far end of the corridor, eyes fixed on the closed door ahead. His arms were crossed tightly, his tailored black suit still sharp, though the tension in his jaw betrayed the weight he carried. Beside him, Mandy adjusted the baby blanket around infant Andre, who lay quiet in her arms, his tiny features cradled against the silk of her gown."Are you ready?" she whispered to Pedro, casting him a quick glance.His reply was delayed."I don’t think anyone’s ever ready to say goodbye to a man like my father," Pedro murmured. His voice was devoid of the emotion swelling beneath the surface, but Mandy didn’t miss the way his fingers twitched at his sides. “But we’ve waited long enough. He asked for this.”The double doors cr

  • ALIYAH'S REVENGE    A TORRENT OF EMOTIONS

    The nursery was dimly lit, awash in the soft glow of a single antique lamp. Its golden hue spilled across the floor like spilled honey. The walls, painted in calming shades of mint and ivory, were decorated with handpicked baby art and tiny gold-framed portraits—already installed by Mandy weeks before the child was born.Andre lay in the pristine cradle at the center of the room. He stirred faintly, making a small, hiccuping sigh.Mandy stood over him, stiff, quiet, like a statue pressed too close to glass.Behind her, the nanny adjusted a basket of folded baby clothes on the side table. “Ma’am, should I warm his bottle now or—?”“No,” Mandy said, her voice too sharp. Then she forced a smile, masking it. “Not yet. I’d like a moment alone with my son.”The nanny paused. “Of course, ma’am. Call me if you need anything.”As the door shut gently behind the woman, silence swept in like a tide. Mandy remained where she was, watching the child. Her hand slowly moved to her stomach, pressing

  • ALIYAH'S REVENGE    THE HEIR IS BORN

    The ticking of the antique grandfather clock filled the silence in Pedro Perez’s study.He stood by the wide window, gaze fixed on the gardens beyond, but his mind was elsewhere — racing, replaying, waiting.A knock interrupted the quiet.“Sir,” came his assistant’s voice through the door, “The girl is in labor.”Pedro didn’t move. Not yet. Not until the memory finished playing out in his mind.His father’s voice still haunted him — gravelly and weak, but every word laced with steel.“You think money alone makes you powerful?” Eduardo Perez had said from his hospital bed. The tubes and machines around him did little to soften his authority. “A name survives through blood, not balance sheets.”Pedro had stood there, unmoved. “You already have an heir. Me.”“You’re not enough.” Eduardo’s breathing was shallow. His eyes sharp. “This empire… this legacy… it goes to your son. My grandson. That’s the law I made. No boy, no empire.”Pedro clenched his fists.“You want to be me?” Eduardo had

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