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168. THE SIXTEENTH CHAIR
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My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 187. THE SMELL OF OPEN EARTH
ARIA'S POVThe morning air smelled of wet stone, crushed clover, and the rich, dark musk of unsealed soil.The south-facing terraces above the house had fully shed their blanket of white. Under the brilliant spring sun, the dark terraced earth lay exposed, soft, and steaming eager for the hand, the spade, and the seed.By seven in the morning, Elizabeth, Nora, and I were up on the second terrace level, armed with broad wooden spades, iron-pronged forks Kat had forged three autumns ago, and four wicker baskets filled with seed garlic, early onion sets, and red flint corn."Down in the basin, the dirt was sour," Nora said, sinking her spade deep into the dark, crumbly earth with a satisfying crunch. She turned the topsoil over, breaking the clumps with the flat of her blade to reveal a rich bed of earthworms wriggling in the damp warmth. "It tasted of coal slag and rust. But this soil feels alive.""It's six years of goat manure, oak leaf compost, and hearth ash, Nora," Elizabeth smil
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 186. THE PLANS AT THE LONG TABLE
ARIA'S POVThe evening air carried the cool, sweet scent of damp pine and thawing earth as seventeen wooden chairs scraped softly against the flagstones under the terrace overhang.The sun had sunk behind the western ridge, leaving a deep indigo sky studded with early stars. In the center of the twenty four foot ash table, three copper oil lamps flickered gently, casting a warm, amber glow across seventeen wooden bowls filled with hot vegetable broth, crusty rye bread, and roasted goat cheese.Theo stood at the head of the table, leaning his hands flat against the pale wood, his steady grey eyes looking down the entire length of the board."The mud on the southern trail is drying fast," Theo began, his low voice carrying clearly through the calm evening air. "In three weeks, the second fork will be passable for the pack mules. Marcus, David, and I will take four mules loaded with the four iron chests, three sacks of seed wheat, and two barrels of dried apple slices down to Port Merc
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 185. THE IRON IN THE CHESTS
ARIA'S POVThe afternoon sunlight flooded through the open double doors of the storage loft, casting long, clean beams across four massive cedar chests lined with greased sheepskin.Marcus knelt beside the first chest, his calloused hands carefully arranging the newly forged felling axes in alternating rows so their razor-sharp heads wouldn't nick one another during the pack-train journey south. Each axe handle, shaped from seasoned hickory by Thomas and David, gleamed with a smooth, golden polish under the spring light."Twenty axes," Marcus murmured, counting them off with a sweep of his palm. "And every single one balanced better than anything sold out of the old eastern foundries before the collapse."Kat stood beside him, wiping a trace of sawdust from her leather apron, a small canvas sack of square masonry nails in her hand. She emptied the sack into the corner of the second chest, where hundreds of dark, iron-forged spikes rattled together with a solid, metallic ring."Two h
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 184. THE INSPECTION AT THE CREEK
ARIA'S POVBy nine the next morning, the warm chinook wind had turned the snowfields into a patchwork of exposed dark loam, grey ice crusts, and rushing channels of foam. The creek below the orchard was swollen to its banks, its roar a constant, vibrant thunder that echoed off the sheer granite cliffs of the canyon gap.Theo, David, and Marcus walked down the gravel track toward the lower boundary, carrying heavy iron pry-bars and a coil of thick hemp rope over their shoulders. The slush had receded enough to expose the gravel roadway, though cold mountain runoff washed over their boots in clear, swift sheets.I followed fifty paces behind with Kat, who carried a heavy ball-peen hammer and a box of square iron rivets to inspect the copper gate's mounting brackets after the heavy freeze.When we reached the lower bridge, the massive, forty-foot span of hand hewn, white oak timbers that crossed the narrow gorge, the water was churning four feet below the deck. White foam sprayed agai
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 183. THE SOUND OF RUNNING WATER
ARIA'S POVThe shift began just past midnight on the third week of the deep snow.A warm, wet wind, the chinook from the south came sweeping over the high granite ridges, driving the freezing temperatures up twenty degrees in a matter of hours. By morning, the crystalline silence of the blizzard was replaced by a magnificent, roaring chorus, the sound of a thousand tiny rivulets of snowmelt cascading off the cedar shingles and cascading down the stone balustrades.The snow on the terrace roof was giving up its hold. Heavy, wet slabs of white slid off the slate tiles with loud, muffled THUDS, crashing into the deep drifts below.Down in the dry loft above the granary, the warm wind blew through the high louvers, bringing the clean, sweet scent of wet earth and melting ice. Elizabeth and Nora sat cross-legged on sheepskin rugs beside the large oak seed chests, surrounded by linen sacks of grain, dried beans, and heirloom corn."The air is changing," Nora said, holding up a small canva
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 182. THE FIRST SPARK IN THE DRIFT
ARIA'S POVBy mid-morning, the sky had cleared to a brilliant, crystalline blue, though the thermometer outside the kitchen window still read well below freezing.Down in the lower yard, the snow lay four feet deep, burying the stone foundations of the workshops. But Kat and Silas had been at work since dawn, using broad wooden shovels to carve a deep, high walled trench from the main house down to the forge doors.A thick, dark column of oak woodsmoke was already rising straight into the crisp winter air, its heat melting the heavy ice icicles hanging from the forge eaves.Inside the shop, the air was warm, smelling of coal dust, scorched leather, and hot iron. Maya stood on a sturdy wooden box beside the secondary anvil, wrapped in a small leather apron Kat had cut down and hand-stitched for her the week before. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink from the heat of the hearth, her small hands gripping a light four ounce forging hammer."Keep your wrist straight when the hammer hits
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 2. THE NIGHT OF COLLISION
ELARA’ S POV The next place I stood felt nothing like home. The Grand Meridian Hotel glowed with wealth and power, and when I stepped inside, I felt like I had crossed into a different world where people like me only existed to serve and disappear. I kept my head down and held my tray steady as I
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 15. THE NAME ON THE LIST
ELARAI did not let my face change when Lydia said his name.I had spent years learning to hold still while the ground moved underneath me and this was simply the hardest test of that skill I had ever faced.“Silas Thorne helped Victoria make your sister disappear,” I said.“His name is on the list
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 4. THE MAN WHO WATCHES
ELARA’S POV The next morning, I tried to act like everything was normal. I tied my apron and picked up my tray. I told myself I would not think about the note in my pocket and i would not think about the man who gave it to me, or the other man who should not have noticed me but did. The bell abo
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 1. WHAT THE DIRT HIDES
ELARA’S POV The first thing I heard when I stepped through the door of my own home was laughter, and it did not belong to anyone I loved. I stood in the doorway of the small apartment on Crest Lane with my work shoes still on and my uniform smelling. Looking closer, I watched three women I h
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