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Chapter 7: Secrets
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2026-03-03 19:49:29
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His Father's Bride Chapter 60: Love, Longing & Need.
Morning arrived softly. For several long moments, I remained caught somewhere between sleep and waking, wrapped in warmth and the faint crackling sound of dying firewood nearby. Rain no longer battered the windows the way it had through most of the night. Instead, only a quiet drizzle whispered against the glass while pale gray light slowly filtered into the room. The manor itself still felt asleep. Heavy. Silent. My body felt strangely comfortable beneath the blankets. Too comfortable. Then awareness returned all at once. William’s room. My eyes flew open instantly. A sharp breath caught in my throat as I realized I was lying on my side beneath his blankets while one of his pillows rested beneath my cheek. Sometime during the night exhaustion must have overtaken me completely. Panic flared briefly through me. How had I fallen asleep here? I pushed myself upward quickly— And froze. William was awake already. He lay turned slightly toward me, one arm bent beneath his he
His Father's Bride Chapter 59: Lord Rathcliffe.
Sometime deep in the night, I woke to screaming.For one disoriented moment I thought I was still dreaming. Rain still tapped softly against the windows, though the storm had weakened considerably since evening. The manor lay buried beneath that strange silence that only existed in enormous houses after midnight—a silence so complete even the smallest sound felt unnatural inside it. Then the scream came again. Male. Raw. Agonized. I bolted upright instantly, my heart slamming violently against my ribs. The sound echoed faintly through the corridors beyond my room before cutting off abruptly into a harsh, broken gasp. William. Fear flooded through me so quickly my body moved before my mind fully caught up. I threw aside the blankets and hurried toward the door, my hands shaking badly enough I nearly fumbled the handle entirely. The corridor outside was dimly lit by only a few dying lamps along the walls. Shadows stretched endlessly across the carpets while rain whispered faint
His Father's Bride Chapter 58: His future.
The gunshot shattered the night. For one suspended heartbeat, I did not understand what had happened. The sound seemed to split the storm itself apart, echoing violently through the gardens while rain crashed endlessly around us. My body locked in place from pure terror. I saw only the dark mouth of the pistol pointed toward me and Lady Penbury’s ruined expression behind it. Then suddenly someone collided with me. Hard. An arm wrapped around my waist as my feet slipped violently against the soaked stones. I cried out in shock as both of us crashed sideways onto the pathway beneath the rain. Another sound followed almost immediately. Not another gunshot. A gasp of pain. Male. “John!” My hands hit the ground painfully while John fell partially across me, shielding my body with his own. For one horrifying second my mind convinced me he had been shot through the chest. The world narrowed sharply around the sight of him bent over me beneath the rain. Then warm liqui
His Father's Bride chapter 57: Strange Sadness
The funeral passed like something unreal, as though I had stepped outside my own body and watched the entire day happen from a distance.Rain had fallen endlessly from morning until dusk, cloaking the estate beneath a gray sorrow that felt fitting somehow. Black carriages lined the front drive one after another while mourners disappeared beneath umbrellas and dark veils. The chapel smelled of candle wax, damp wool, and lilies—the heavy scent making my stomach turn repeatedly throughout the service. The last funeral I had attended was my mothers. Yet that time my life was still more simpler. I stood beside Katherine almost the entire time.She clung to my arm so tightly her fingers trembled through my gloves. Several times I thought she might collapse completely. Mrs. Holloway remained close behind her with smelling salts hidden discreetly in her sleeve, though thankfully they were never needed. Still, Katherine cried quietly through most of the prayers. And every time she did, I
His Father's Bride Chapter 56: Mercy.
I waited outside Lord Rathcliffe’s room long after William entered. The corridor had fallen into silence again, swallowed by a heavy stillness that seemed to consume a household whenever illness settled over it. Candle flames trembled weakly in their brass holders, throwing restless shadows across the walls while rain whispered faintly against distant windows deeper within the manor. Somewhere belowstairs, a grandfather clock chimed softly, the sound strangely mournful in the darkness.Whatever conversation was happening behind those doors belonged to William and his father alone. Yet anxiety rooted me to the spot so completely that even breathing felt difficult.Part of me feared William would emerge angrier than before.I clasped my hands tightly together, trying to stop them trembling. My thoughts had become unbearable these past few days—fear tangled endlessly with guilt, grief, and exhaustion until I no longer knew which emotion consumed me most.Lord Rathcliffe was dying.Will
His Father's Bride Chapter 55: Forgiveness.
William's POV I had spent the entire carriage ride convincing myself I was only returning for Belle. Not for him. Not for the man upstairs who had lied to me my entire life. The townhouse loomed ahead through the rain like something haunted. By the time the carriage stopped, dread sat heavily in my chest. Belle stepped out first. I followed a moment later, slower, suddenly uncertain. The house was unnaturally quiet when we entered. Even the servants looked relieved to see me, which somehow made everything worse. I was not better than them in this situation. The expectation of the eldest son was to handle these matters and as the realization dawned on me. I could hear nothing but ringing in my ears. Belle turned toward me softly. “He is upstairs.” I nodded once. But my feet refused to move immediately. Because I was still furious. I was not ready to confront him yet. Belle seemed to sense it. Her fingers brushed lightly against my sleeve before falling away almost imm
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