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CHAPTER 8: The Hidden Clause
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Emel EmeraldBut if everyone around her had something to hide… What was Harrison still protecting her from?
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Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance Chapter 43: Secrets Wrapped in Silence
--- Blackwood Mansion – Two Days after the Necklace Incident Storms had brewed all morning. Not the thundershowers. The hot ones—the thick, gray-clouded suffocation that drained color and air and made the entire mansion feel older than it was. Leya wandered like a ghost in its halls. Not because she had a secret to hide. But because nobody wished to look at her. Even silence, eventually, is exile. Ironed sheets. Emptied breakfast trays. She did the sidestep along the lower wing when she took the additional step, simply so she wouldn't have to encounter Harrison in the upper wing. Not that she was afraid of him. But because there was still this idiot, pain spot in her that… hoped. Hoped he'd listen to her. Or ask what actually happened. Or remember, for a moment, she hadn't come into this world to bring him down. She hadn't signed up to join the family. Or the house. Or the battle. But she had persisted. Every. Single. Day. And now, not being wasn't enough. --- Outside H
Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance Chapter 43: Secrets Wrapped in Silence
--- Blackwood Mansion – Two Days after the Necklace Incident Storms had brewed all morning. Not the thundershowers. The hot ones—the thick, gray-clouded suffocation that drained color and air and made the entire mansion feel older than it was. Leya wandered like a ghost in its halls. Not because she had a secret to hide. But because nobody wished to look at her. Even silence, eventually, is exile. Ironed sheets. Emptied breakfast trays. She did the sidestep along the lower wing when she took the additional step, simply so she wouldn't have to encounter Harrison in the upper wing. Not that she was afraid of him. But because there was still this idiot, pain spot in her that… hoped. Hoped he'd listen to her. Or ask what actually happened. Or remember, for a moment, she hadn't come into this world to bring him down. She hadn't signed up to join the family. Or the house. Or the battle. But she had persisted. Every. Single. Day. And now, not being wasn't enough. --- Outside H
Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance Chapter 43: Secrets Wrapped in Silence
The campus breathed the bite of early fall. Leya leaned in the bursar's office, her fingers clenched around the miserable envelope of torn bills she'd fought to gather together in months of vicious night shifts. Her heart pounded, pride and humiliation tangled in her chest. Every tip, every penny, every extra hour she'd worked—the exhaustion that seeped around her bones—had brought her to this counter. "For Dalton Anderson," she said curtly but courteously, pushing the envelope forward. The woman across the glass from her scowled behind bifocals, fingers flying across her keyboard, fingernails clattering with each letter she typed. Time passed. A scowl furrowed the woman's brow. Leya's stomach dropped. Had she waited too long? Had they already expelled him? The woman kept on typing. Scratching. Then straightened to her feet. "Oh," she said, lighter now. "The account's paid. Paid in full two days ago." Leya's eyes scanned. "What?" “Yes, Miss Anderson. Tuition, h
Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance Chapter 43: Secrets Wrapped in Silence
The campus breathed the bite of early fall. Leya leaned in the bursar's office, her fingers clenched around the miserable envelope of torn bills she'd fought to gather together in months of vicious night shifts. Her heart pounded, pride and humiliation tangled in her chest. Every tip, every penny, every extra hour she'd worked—the exhaustion that seeped around her bones—had brought her to this counter. "For Dalton Anderson," she said curtly but courteously, pushing the envelope forward. The woman across the glass from her scowled behind bifocals, fingers flying across her keyboard, fingernails clattering with each letter she typed. Time passed. A scowl furrowed the woman's brow. Leya's stomach dropped. Had she waited too long? Had they already expelled him? The woman kept on typing. Scratching. Then straightened to her feet. "Oh," she said, lighter now. "The account's paid. Paid in full two days ago." Leya's eyes scanned. "What?" “Yes, Miss Anderson. Tuition, housing, fees
Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance Chapter 67: Locked Hearts and Hollow Doors
--- Blackwood Mansion – Two Days after the Necklace Incident Storms had brewed all morning. Not the thundershowers. The hot ones—the thick, gray-clouded suffocation that drained color and air and made the entire mansion feel older than it was. Leya wandered like a ghost in its halls. Not because she had a secret to hide. But because nobody wished to look at her. Even silence, eventually, is exile. Ironed sheets. Emptied breakfast trays. She did the sidestep along the lower wing when she took the additional step, simply so she wouldn't have to encounter Harrison in the upper wing. Not that she was afraid of him. But because there was still this idiot, pain spot in her that… hoped. Hoped he'd listen to her. Or ask what actually happened. Or remember, for a moment, she hadn't come into this world to bring him down. She hadn't signed up to join the family. Or the house. Or the battle. But she had persisted. Every. Single. Day. And now, not being wasn't enough. --- Outside Ha
Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance Chapter 66: The Silence Under Polished Floors
--- Blackwood Mansion – Morning After Silence had never been deaf before. The halls did not whisper—they were silent. Every well-coiffed step, every door opening, every muffled voice behind closed lips stayed still the moment Leya passed by. She could sense it at the back of her neck. In the tense quiet seeping into rooms, the moment she crossed the threshold. In the tilted heads, not heads of respect, but of shame. Or fear. They didn't know if she was a thief. But they did know that she was deemed likely to be one. And in this household, truth-tellers were rewarded less than suspects. Rattling hands pouring the tea. Spilling not a drop. But throbbed from yesterday's penalty—damp, dry, red from scrubbing for hours. And yet, still, she glided unobstructed. Quiet. Steadfast. Because there was only that way. But even now, under bruised pride and worn silence, something was encircling her. Not anger. Not yet. But a vow. > "They will not have the last word." --- Servants' W
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