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Chapter thirty
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2026-08-19 15:54:25
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My fiance's uncle's property Chapter thirty one
*Present day.*Lucian.She's still on her knees when I get to her, both hands pressed flat against the glass like she can hold Harold's heartbeat steady through it by will alone, and it takes two nurses and considerably more strength than either of them should need to get her upright and moving."No—" Her voice tears raw against the corridor's tile. "Let me see him, let me—""Eveline." I crouch to her level, hands finding her shoulders, forcing my own voice into the register I use for families in the worst moment of their lives, steady, load-bearing, built to hold weight neither of us actually feels right now. "He's stabilizing. We need to move fast — the tumor's positioning means we can't wait for a clean window anymore. We're taking him into surgery within the hour.""You said tomorrow." Her eyes are wrecked, red-rimmed, fixed on mine like I might still take it back if she looks hard enough. "You said we had until tomorrow.""Plans change when a patient's condition does." I keep my
My fiance's uncle's property Chapter thirty
***Present day.***Julian.I don't sleep after the viewing.Not from guilt, exactly — or not only guilt. I lie in the dark replaying it instead: the buyer's face when the numbers came up on the screen, the ease in the room, my mother's calm, unbothered voice walking through traits like she was reading a wine list instead of a person's worth. I keep waiting for the horror to fully land the way it should. It doesn't, not completely, and that's the part that actually keeps me awake — not what I watched, but how quickly some part of me stopped being surprised by it.I get up sometime past two and stand at my window looking out over the grounds, the same grounds I grew up running across as a boy without once wondering what paid for the gardener, the pool house, the private wing of the hospital with my family's name carved above the door. I always assumed money like ours came from something boring. Real estate. Old investments. A great-grandfather who got lucky in some industry nobody talks
My fiance's uncle's property chapter twenty nine
*Ten years earlier.*Harold.Lucian arrives at my door just past midnight, and I know before he says a single word that whatever he's carrying, it isn't good news wearing a slow face.He's soaked through — rain, I realize belatedly, though I hadn't heard it start — and there's something in his hands he's holding the way you hold something that costs you to touch, a folded piece of paper gone soft and damp at the edges."Lucian." I step back to let him in, my own pulse already climbing. "Where's James. He was supposed to call hours ago."He doesn't answer right away. He crosses my threshold like a man walking somewhere he doesn't want to go, and by the time he's standing in my front hall, dripping onto floorboards I don't care about, I've already read the answer in the particular stillness of his face — a stillness I'll come to know, over the following decade, as the specific one he wears when something has broken in him too badly to show it any other way."He didn't make it," Lucian s
My fiance's uncle's property chapter twenty eight
Eveline.The city blurs past the window in smears of light, too fast, faster than he's ever driven with me in the car, and some small, drunk, reckless part of me doesn't want him to slow down."You're angry," I say, watching his jaw in profile, the muscle ticking there like a second pulse."I'm furious.""Good." I let my head fall back against the seat, the alcohol still humming warm and loose through my limbs, blurring the edges of everything except him. "At least it's honest. That's more than I've gotten out of you in weeks."He doesn't answer that. His hands stay tight on the wheel, knuckles pale, and I watch the muscle in his forearm flex every time he takes a turn harder than he needs to, like the car is the only thing available to absorb whatever he's not letting himself say.The villa gates open before he's even fully stopped, lights waking section by section the way they always do, and he's out of the car and around to my side before I've managed to work the door handle myself
My fiance's uncle's property chapter twenty seven
Eveline.Meridian hasn't changed. Same unmarked door, same bottles glowing like stained glass behind the bar, same lighting that makes everyone look like they're keeping a secret they've already half-decided to tell."Something that'll get me drunk," I tell the bartender, and this time I don't bother adding the part about staying sober through it. I don't want to stay anything tonight. I want to stop being the version of myself that catalogues every room she walks into, files away every lie, holds herself together with nothing but discipline and the fading hope that someone, eventually, will just tell her the truth.The first shot burns going down. The second burns less. By the third I've stopped counting how many that makes since I walked in, and the edges of the room have gone soft and forgiving in a way nothing in my actual life has been for weeks."Rough day?"I turn, and she's already sliding onto the stool beside me like she belongs there. She's blonde, red lipstick bright eno
My fiance's uncle's property chapter twenty six
Eveline.He's already at the counter when I come down, laptop open, coffee steaming beside him, sleeves rolled to the elbow like it's any other morning in this house."Morning," he says, not looking up.That's it. One word. No mention of the front window, or the stairs, or the way he said my name like it belonged to him. I stand in the doorway for a second longer than I mean to, waiting for something, a glance, a flicker, anything to prove last night happened to him too and not just to me.But I get nothing but the sound of his keyboard, steady and unbothered.I pour myself coffee I don't actually want, just to have something to do with my hands, and watch him over the rim of the cup. His jaw doesn't tighten as much. He's reading something on the screen with the exact same clinical focus he brings to a chart, and I could be anyone standing in this kitchen right now — the housekeeper, a stranger, a niece who exists purely for appearances."That's all you have to say to me," I say. "M
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