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One Heart, Which Brother? chapter 155
Ruben stood in the study doorway, his jaw tight, watching Lia from a distance. She was seated behind the massive mahogany desk that had once been his father’s, then his, and now hers. She leaned back in the chair like a monarch on a throne, her black silk dress clinging to her in cruel elegance, her hair swept up in a crown of obsidian pins. There was no softness left in her.She glanced up, meeting his eyes without flinching. “You’re late.”Ruben’s brows knit. “I didn’t know we had an appointment.”“We always have an appointment,” she said smoothly, her nails drumming against the desk. “Every hour you breathe under my roof, every deal you sign with my name on it you’re accountable to me. I hope you’re learning that.”His lips parted, but the words faltered. He had thought marrying her again would bring them closer, maybe even heal her, but what he saw now chilled him. This wasn’t healing. This was conquest.“You’ve changed,” Ruben murmured.Her mouth curved into a dangerous smile. “N
One Heart, Which Brother? chapter 154
The Delwunco estate gleamed in the late afternoon sun, the kind of light that made shadows feel sharper, longer. Lia walked through the halls with the confidence of someone who had already claimed what was hers. Every step echoed against marble floors, a warning and a promise. Today was not about mourning. Today was about power, presence, and control.Ken waited in the drawing room, fidgeting with the cuff of his sleeve. The guilt was written on his face in deep lines guilt that had consumed him these past weeks, ever since Julian’s death. He had rehearsed his words a hundred times, preparing to beg for forgiveness, to plead, to make amends in the only way he knew how. But he wasn’t prepared for this Lia.She entered, dressed in a black tailored gown that hugged her figure perfectly, a subtle slit along the leg, her hair slicked back into a severe, elegant bun. Her lips were red, cold, and precise. Her eyes glinted with a fire that made Ken’s stomach knot. This was no fragile, grievin
One Heart, Which Brother? chapter 153
The house was silent, but Ruben could not sleep. Not after the ceremony. Not after the vows that felt like chains binding him to a woman he no longer recognized. He had expected hoped that the wedding night might bring a shard of warmth, a sliver of the woman he once knew.But when he stepped into the master bedroom, it wasn’t theirs. It was Julian’s.The walls that once carried muted elegance were now lined with framed pictures of their son every smile, every birthday, every fleeting moment captured and displayed like holy relics. The massive bed was draped in black silk sheets, Julian’s favorite toy lion perched on the pillows as though guarding the room. The scent of sandalwood candles burned, heavy and suffocating, turning the chamber into a shrine.And Lia his bride stood at the center of it all in her black gown, her hand brushing the frame of Julian’s photograph as though Ruben wasn’t even there.“This room is mine,” she said, without looking at him. Her tone carried no room fo
One Heart, Which Brother? chapter 152
The dawn crept into the room in pale, fractured streaks, slicing across the silk curtains. Ruben woke slowly, his chest aching as though sleep had been another battlefield. Beside him, Lia sat upright on the window seat, her back turned to him, draped in black silk that clung to her like a shadow.Her hair was unbound, spilling like ink down her spine, her wedding band catching the early light in a glimmer that looked more like steel than gold. She hadn’t spoken since last night’s ceremony not after the vows, not after the champagne, not after the guests whispered about the strange bride who dressed as if she had come to bury her groom rather than wed him.Ruben pushed himself up, watching her with a quiet ache. He thought hoped that in the privacy of their chambers, she might soften, might let him in. Instead, her silence cut sharper than any blade.“Lia,” he began softly, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. “You didn’t rest at all.”Her reflection in the glass turned toward him before
One Heart, Which Brother? chapter 151
The city had not stopped whispering since the invitations were sent.A wedding so soon after a funeral. A celebration of love in the shadow of a child’s death. Some called it madness, some called it desperation, but none dared to stay away. Curiosity and fear had a way of binding people to their seats.The Delwunco estate had been transformed for the day. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the high ceilings, strings of black pearls glistened under the light, and roses hundreds of them lay scattered across the marble floor. But they weren’t white, nor red. They were black, soaked in dye, their petals shining like polished onyx. The scent of them clung to the air, sharp and cloying, like perfume at a burial.The ceremony was not a wedding. It was a spectacle. A declaration. A threat dressed as celebration.Gasps spread through the crowd as the doors opened.Lia stood framed in the archway, and for the first time in months, she looked alive. Not soft. Not grieving. Alive like a blade was a
One Heart, Which Brother? chapter 150
The house was wrapped in a suffocating silence. Shadows clung to every corner, refusing to leave as if mourning alongside the family. It had been a day since Julian was lowered into the earth, yet Lia’s eyes had not spilled a single tear. Not one sob escaped her chest. She moved like a ghost through the rooms, her face pale, her expression unreadable.Ruben watched her from the doorway of his office, afraid to breathe too loudly. He had expected rage screams, accusations, the venom of a mother whose heart had been ripped apart. He had expected her to lash out, to curse him for failing their son. Instead, she gave him nothing. No words. No tears. Only silence that pierced deeper than any blade.And then, without warning, she entered.Her footsteps were slow, deliberate, and when she shut the door behind her, Ruben felt a cold dread sweep through him.“Lia…” he started softly, unsure what storm she carried inside.She didn’t give him time to finish. Her voice was calm, almost eerily so.
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