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Chapter 86
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One Heart, Which Brother? chapter 169
The rain fell in sheets outside the glass windows of the Delwunco estate, streaking the view of the gardens in blurred shadows. The storm had rumbled all evening, but inside the study, silence reigned heavy, suffocating, broken only by the faint crackle of the fireplace.Lia stood near the tall window, dressed in black silk that clung to her figure like armor. Her presence had shifted since the wedding; she was no longer the soft-spoken woman who once begged for peace. Now, she was sharp, deliberate, every gesture edged with control. In her hand was a glass of red wine, untouched, her eyes fixed on the distorted reflection of lightning.Behind her, Ruben sat in his leather chair, shoulders bowed under the weight of something heavier than grief. He watched her in silence, his hand wrapped around a half-empty glass of bourbon. He had fought wars, bled for his family, rebuilt empires from dust yet in this moment, he felt powerless before her quiet wrath.“You’re too quiet,” Ruben finally
One Heart, Which Brother? chapter 168
The ballroom of the Delwunco estate had never seen such a gathering, not even during Ruben’s reign at his most feared height. Now, it was Lia’s domain. The chandeliers burned brighter, the marble floors gleamed as though polished with blood itself, and the walls carried a silence that demanded obedience.But it wasn’t just the grandeur that stunned everyone who stepped inside. It was her.Lia.She stood at the center of the room, draped in a gown that seemed more like a warning than attire. Midnight black velvet clung to her frame, slit dangerously high on one side, the neckline daring, sharp as a blade. Her hair was pinned back, a crown of obsidian stones resting against it not of royalty, but of conquest. She wasn’t dressed as a bride anymore. She was dressed as a ruler, the kind that could smile while plotting your downfall.Ruben sat beside her at the head table, but even he looked more like an accessory than her equal. His face bore exhaustion, guilt, and the shadows of a man who
One Heart, Which Brother? chapter 167
The city never truly slept, but that night, the Delwunco estate burned with a silence so heavy it felt like mourning all over again. Chandeliers glowed faintly against the midnight air, their golden shimmer stretching across the marble halls like candlelight over a crypt.Lia stood at the highest balcony, draped in a gown of deep scarlet that swallowed her slender frame like living flame. From below, she could hear Ruben’s men voices low, plans whispered. But she wasn’t listening to them. Her gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the city pulsed with life, commerce, and blood.Her empire.Not Ruben’s. Not Ken’s. Hers.She lifted a glass of wine, her lips brushing the rim but never drinking. Her reflection in the darkened glass doors was unrecognizable now—the soft woman who once wept over promises was gone. In her place was something sharper, colder, alive with venom.Behind her, footsteps. Heavy, measured. Ruben.“You’re awake again,” he murmured, his voice heavy with concern. “You ha
One Heart, Which Brother? chapter 166
Lia stood by the balcony of the master bedroom, the black silk of her nightdress pooling around her legs, her hair pinned with cold precision. The room was lit only by the city lights pouring through the open glass doors, catching the hundreds of framed photographs of Julian she had lined across every surface. His smile was everywhere. His innocence haunted every wall.Behind her, Ruben stirred. He sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, head in his hands. Since their second marriage, he had carried the weight of a man chained, his voice quieter, his movements slower. He knew Lia had changed but in these last weeks, he was beginning to realize the depth of that transformation.“You didn’t come to bed again,” he said quietly, not daring to look at her.Lia’s laugh was soft, cutting. “And what exactly would I be coming to? A husband who spends his nights drowning in regret instead of fixing the ruins he helped create?”Ruben’s fists clenched. “I’m trying ”“No,” she cut in, turni
One Heart, Which Brother? chapter 165
Lia sat quietly in the masters bedroom, she had made it a temple of julian, hes pictures, everywhere, she wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon Every inch had been remade under Lia’s hand black drapes smothering the windows, velvet sheets layered with cold silver embroidery, and along the walls, framed photographs of Julian. His smile, his laughter, his youth it watched from every angle, a silent shrine. Even the scent of his cologne lingered, because Lia had ordered his belongings preserved, refusing to let time erase him. She stood before the largest frame now, a glass of red wine in hand, her reflection mingling with Julian’s in the polished surface. Dressed in silk the color of midnight, hair swept back like a queen preparing for battle, she looked untouchable. The door opened behind her. Ruben entered quietly, his face shadowed. His eyes flickered over the room over Julian and he looked like a man trespassing in his own home. “You’ve made this place a tomb,” he said so
One Heart, Which Brother? chapter 164
The night air outside the Delwunco estate felt heavy, as though even the wind itself carried whispers of ghosts. The mansion glowed in soft amber light, its marble walls gleaming like a mausoleum dressed for royalty. Yet inside, the silence was anything but peaceful.Lia sat in the grand dining hall, alone at the head of the table. The long mahogany stretch before her was set for no one else silver cutlery polished, crystal glasses catching candlelight, untouched food cooling under its delicate fragrance. She hadn’t summoned anyone. No guests. No Ruben. No Daphne.This was a throne room, and she was the queen who didn’t need a crown.Her fingers traced the rim of her glass, nails painted black to match the dress hugging her form. She had grown into something sharper, darker since the burial, since the wedding, since Julian. And tonight, her silence wasn’t grief it was calculation.The echo of footsteps broke through the stillness. Ruben entered, shoulders squared, his expression unrea
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