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Chapter 14: The Harmony.
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His Father's Bride Chapter 49: Silence.
Lady Penbury did not wait for the room to settle. She came for me. The moment the last of the polite murmurs began to rise again—thin, strained attempts to pretend the evening had not just fractured—she cut through them with purpose, her skirts whispering sharply against the floor as she advanced. There was no pretense now. No silk to soften her words. Only anger. Raw and unmistakable. “You,” she said, stopping directly before me. The single word struck harder than any elaborate insult she had delivered before. I straightened instinctively, though my pulse was still unsteady from everything that had just transpired. The air felt too tight, too heavy, as though the walls themselves were pressing inward, forcing every truth into the open whether we wished it or not. “Lady Penbury,” I said, keeping my voice as even as I could manage. “If you have something to say—” “Oh, I do,” she cut in sharply. Her gaze raked over me, no longer veiled in polite disdain but blazing with ope
His Father's Bride Chapter 48: Do you love me?
William's POV “This way,” Cora said.There was something in her tone—quiet, controlled, and unmistakably intentional. Before I could question it, she was already guiding me away. We moved through the edges of the crowd, past murmured conversations and lingering glances. I could feel eyes following us—curiosity, speculation—but Cora did not falter. She did not slow. Only when the sound of the ballroom dulled behind us, swallowed by distance and stone, did she stop. The corridor was dimly lit, shadows stretching long against the walls. It felt removed from everything—like stepping outside the performance. Only then did she release my hand. I frowned slightly. “Cora—” “Do you have feelings for her?”The question landed cleanly.Sharply. I stared at her. “What?” “Belle,” she clarified, her voice steady in a way that told me this had not been a fleeting thought. This had been building. Observed. Considered. Concluded. “Do you have feelings for her?” “That is absurd,” I said immediate
His Father's Bride Chapter 47: Eventful.
Two days.In two days, William would be married.The thought settled in my chest like a weight I could neither lift nor ignore. It lingered there, heavy and immovable, no matter how carefully I composed myself.I sat at the long dining table, my fingers resting lightly against the delicate stem of my glass, watching as conversation ebbed and flowed around me like a tide I could not quite step into. Laughter rose in soft bursts. Cutlery chimed gently against porcelain. It was all so… civil. So perfectly arranged.Lady Cora sat beside William, radiant in pale blue silk that caught the candlelight with every movement. She was beautiful—undeniably so—and she knew it. Her laughter was soft, practiced, the kind that never lingered too long nor rang too loud. She leaned toward him often, her hand brushing his sleeve I supposed it belonged there. She belonged right where she was. William smiled at the right moments. Nodded when spoken to as required. But I could see the strain in the tightne
His Father's Bride Chapter 46: Considerate.
“Lady Rathcliffe,” the footman said, approaching with measured steps. I turned at the sound of my name, my thoughts still tangled from the morning, and found him holding out a polished wooden box. A dark ribbon had been tied neatly around it, and across the lid, written in a steady, unmistakable hand, was my name. I knew that hand. “Is that from Lord Rathcliffe?” I asked, though I already suspected the answer. “Yes, ma’am.”“Thank you, James.” He bowed his head and stepped away, leaving me alone with the weight of the box in my hands. It was not heavy, and yet it felt as though it carried something far greater than its contents. I untied the ribbon slowly. It slipped free with a soft pull, falling like a loose thread of thought I could not quite grasp. When I lifted the lid, warmth and sweetness rose to meet me—rich butter, sugar, and something faintly spiced. Inside lay an arrangement of pastries. Each one was delicate, golden, crafted with care rather than extravagance. They we
His Father's Bride Chapter 45: Falsehood.
The ball room was suffocating in its elegance. Laughter rose too easily, glasses clinked too often, and every conversation seemed wrapped in politeness so perfect it bordered on falsehood. I had learned how to exist within it—how to smile when required, how to listen without revealing too much, how to remain just distant enough to avoid becoming the subject of interest. Tonight, I had almost succeeded. Almost. “Lady Rathcliffe.” I turned, already recognizing the voice. Lady Penbury. “My lady,” I said, inclining my head. She approached with practiced grace, her fan resting lightly in her hand, her smile delicate—and edged. “I must say,” she began, her gaze sweeping over me, “you have settled into your role remarkably quickly.” “I do my best,” I replied. “Yes,” she said softly. “One must, in circumstances such as yours.” I held her gaze, waiting. “There are always whispers,” she continued, lowering her voice just enough. “Particularly when a marriage occurs so… efficiently.”
His Father's Bride Chapter 44: Skeletons.
The music carried upward long before I ever stepped into it. From the top of the staircase, I could see everything without being seen—guests moving in graceful patterns across the floor, laughter rising and falling like a tide, candlelight flickering against polished glass and silk. For a moment, I allowed myself to remain there. Alone. It was easier that way. No expectations. No careful words. No watching eyes measuring every movement, every glance. But I could not stay hidden forever. Not tonight. When we were hosting William's pre-wedding ball. I drew in a slow breath and placed my hand against the banister, steadying myself before taking the first step down. One step. Then another. I kept my gaze lowered at first, focusing only on the rhythm of my descent. The soft music. The distant murmur of voices. My eyes immediately found him. Without intending to. Every time we argued it was like he dissapeared more from my days. I barely saw him now. Not even in passing, not even b
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