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Chapter 7: Home at Last
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Eli never went back to the office.He called his partners at 5:03 a.m., told them to reassign every case on his docket, and by the time the sun rose over the lilacs the estate library had been transformed.The long mahogany table was buried under colour-coded folders.Three whiteboards on wheels formed a semicircle, covered in timelines and arrows in Eli’s terrifyingly neat handwriting.Jayden’s laptops glowed like a NASA control room.Mason’s guitar case leaned against a bookshelf he’d walked straight off a fourteen-hour flight, hugged me until my ribs creaked, and declared, “Point me at the bastards.”Eli stood at the head of the table in rolled shirtsleeves, hair still perfect, eyes blazing with the same protective fury I remembered from when we were kids and someone tried to cut me in the lunch line.“My sister’s divorce,” he announced to the room, “is now my only client. Everything else can burn.”A copy of Victoria’s divorce papers was projected on the far wall, twenty feet tall
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The Rolls hadn’t even come to a full stop before Genny was out of the car, heels clicking like gunfire on the gravel.I followed, legs numb, heart hammering so hard I could taste it.She didn’t head for the drawing room. She marched straight to the library, flung the double doors open, and snapped, “Everyone, now.”Within five minutes the entire household was there.Eli strode in still in his suit from the city, tie loosened.Jayden jogged down the stairs barefoot, laptop under his arm.Uncle Sebastian and Aunt Clara appeared from the kitchen, flour still on Clara’s hands.The twins skidded in wearing matching guilty expressions (probably had been eavesdropping anyway).Mrs. Aldridge hovered at the doorway, twisting her apron.Jayden already had his phone out. “Mason’s on in ten seconds.”Genny didn’t wait. She pointed at the biggest sofa. “Bella, sit.I sat.The screen on the coffee table lit up. Mason’s face appeared: hotel room somewhere in Asia, hair freshly dyed violet, eyes bloo
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Aunt Genevieve arrived like a hurricane in haute couture.The dove-gray Rolls purred up the drive at exactly ten. She stepped out in sunglasses big enough to have their own postcode, a cream silk jumpsuit, and heels that could double as weapons. One look at my borrowed hoodie and leggings and she clapped manicured hands.“Darling, we’re burning those. Today you’re being reintroduced to the world as a Hartford, and Hartfords do not hide in tour merch.”I opened my mouth to protest and she was already steering me toward the car, diamonds flashing, perfume trailing like a royal decree.Genevieve Hartford-Blackwood (Genny to exactly four people on earth) was Dad’s baby sister, the family legend who’d run off to London at nineteen, married a duke, divorced him with style, kept the title, and built a lifestyle empire that had Vogue on speed-dial. Every year on my birthday she’d written a card anyway, addressed “To my niece, wherever you are,” and stored them in a lacquered box in her London
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I woke up in my old bedroom and forgot, for three full seconds, that I wasn’t four years old.The ceiling above me was the same pale butter-yellow it had always been, the one Mom and Dad let me help paint the summer before everything shattered. Sunlight poured through the lace curtains like warm honey, catching on dust motes that drifted and spun like tiny, careless fairies. My stuffed giraffe, Mr. Longneck, sat propped against the pillows exactly where I’d abandoned him the morning I vanished, his stitched smile faded but still patient. The wallpaper still carried that faint lilac stripe, the one Mom swore would “grow with me.” My crayon drawings (lopsided horses, a sun with a smiley face, a family of stick figures holding hands) were still taped above the little white desk, edges curled now, colors softened by twenty years of quiet light. Even the nightlight shaped like a crescent moon still glowed faintly in the outlet, its plastic worn cloudy from thousands of nights it had waite
Rejected, Now He Craves For Me Chapter 7: Home at Last
The car turned off the main road and the gates appeared, tall, black iron, the Hartford crest still gleaming in the dusk. I forgot how to breathe. Jayden slowed the Bentley, rolled the window down, and the scent hit me first: lilacs. Hundreds of them, thousands, spilling over the stone walls exactly the way they used to when I was small. The smell slammed into me like a memory I didn’t know I still owned. “Almost there, Bells,” he said softly, reaching over to squeeze my knee. I couldn’t answer. My throat had closed. The drive curved through the trees and then the house was just… there. Same gray stone, same ivy, same wide front steps. Every window glowed gold. Someone had strung fairy lights along the porch like it was Christmas instead of late summer. The front doors flew open before Jayden even cut the engine. Eli was first, moving so fast his tie flapped over his shoulder. He yanked my door open and pulled me out and into his arms like I weighed nothing. I heard his breath
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For some moments the room felt still. Isabella’s words hung in the air, trembling between disbelief and revelation. “I—I remember.” Jayden didn’t speak right away. He just watched her, watched the way her shoulders shook, the way her fingers pressed into the couch as though she needed something solid to anchor her to the present. He stepped closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, Bella. You don’t have to rush it.” She nodded faintly, though her gaze stayed fixed on nothing in particular. “It’s like… someone just ripped open a curtain inside my head. Everything’s blurry, but it’s there.” Her voice cracked at the end. Jayden lowered himself into the chair across from her. “Then don’t force it. Let it come, slowly.” And for the next few minutes, neither of them spoke. They just sat there, across from each other as the noon sunlight slanted across the suite, bathing it in a soft golden haze. After sometime, Jayden stood up and walked toward the sideboard. “You need fo
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