Pustaka
Cari
Beranda / Romance / Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance / Chapter 102: The Mirror Cracks

Share

Chapter 102: The Mirror Cracks

Penulis: Emel Emerald
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-19 01:09:23

There had been too much silence.

The type of silence that suppressed the scent of lilac, and failed to soothe it. The type of silence suppresses seconds like choices.

Eleanor sat back too, back straight and stubbornly. Her hands—her beautiful hands that had waited at dukes and signed without a shake—broke the deal. They knotted against the corner of the vanity cloth, folded and refolded again, jostled and jockeyed once more.

Harrison was tense in the house.

He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a man never asked to yield an inch of space. He hacked half a wall away behind him.

And he continued:

"You said seventy burned."

The voice was thick but the words fell like boulders into water that did not move. Ripples spread out until the air itself was taut as a wire.

Eleanor's throat closed up tight. She looked at her arm, once and then again, as though holiness worked into the fabric would clean the skin.

"That is what the numbers were," she gasped to him, voice weighted in silk. "I took
Lanjutkan membaca buku ini secara gratis
Pindai kode untuk mengunduh Aplikasi
Bab Terkunci
Bab sebelumnya Bab selanjutnya

Bab terbaru

  • Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance    Chapter 102: The Mirror Cracks

    There had been too much silence.The type of silence that suppressed the scent of lilac, and failed to soothe it. The type of silence suppresses seconds like choices.Eleanor sat back too, back straight and stubbornly. Her hands—her beautiful hands that had waited at dukes and signed without a shake—broke the deal. They knotted against the corner of the vanity cloth, folded and refolded again, jostled and jockeyed once more.Harrison was tense in the house.He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a man never asked to yield an inch of space. He hacked half a wall away behind him.And he continued:"You said seventy burned."The voice was thick but the words fell like boulders into water that did not move. Ripples spread out until the air itself was taut as a wire.Eleanor's throat closed up tight. She looked at her arm, once and then again, as though holiness worked into the fabric would clean the skin."That is what the numbers were," she gasped to him, voice weighted in silk. "I took

  • Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance    Chapter 86: Where the Bruises Go

    --- Blackwood Mansion – 2:41 A.M. The hall clock ticked, its tired heart too exhausted to beat. 've kept quiet and with cozy sconce-lit corridors. Walls were there with shadows hanging down them. All was quiet. Apart from creaky-set stairs. Leya saw them before she heard them. She was awake — had been awake the entire night. Buried under her side of the bed, wrapped in one of the shawls her mother used to knit when arthritis stole life from her fingers. Hadn't rolled over at midnight. She'd not slept since she heard Harrison's scream ring down the stairs hours before. She no longer cried. That was then. The mood darkened. She sat up. > The door creaked. And he was standing in the doorway. Harrison. Charbroiled. Again. The Doorframe Slumped forward and back against it. Hair unkempt, shirt open halfway down his belly, tie loose around his neck gaping open, strangling him instead of tightened. Torn in his hand: a bottle. Not even drunk from the bottl

  • Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance    Chapter 92: The Thread Unravels

    Eleanor's Lie The yellowing wax letter rested precisely on the silver platter, warm, edges side by side. It was picked up by a maid, Odette, in innocence as directed and set out among the morning mail to be sent downstairs — a little below the crumpled Blackwood family notebook and Samuel's pale mint-green letter from the city. Hours later, Clara discovered it on the edge of the linen cupboard. There was no crest on the front. No name. No lavender or lemon balm scent, as with most of Eleanor's letters. Only a white thin crease with serrated edges… and the smell of smoke on the corner. She did not open it. But something had drawn her. The odd heaviness of it. The way it had been left, too trim, too far forward — as if the person leaving it had wanted it found, but not to be observed. She opened it. Her expression stiffened. In neat, formal print: > "Clara is aware of the power failure. She knew the corridor. The camera. She entered it. Question her why." No signature. No name

  • Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance    Chapter 74: What I Came to Say, I Never Did

    ---Morrison Family Apartment – South FairbridgeThe flat remained the same.Leya stood there, screwed-up coat firmly tied over the gusts, heels still trembling with the marble cold of Blackwood. But the wind was now heavy with the scent of boiled yam, petrol, and rain in the afternoon — not with the scent of lavender polish and old money.She'd said nothing to anyone, not even to herself, in fact.Exhaustion had brought her to a conclusion about herself.She'd rehearsed it all: sitting with her mother and speaking — the wedding, the bargain, the silence, the cruelty. How she would speak the words out loud, and spoken, she would not carry their weight.She raised her hand to knock.Before she could, the door opened."Leya?"Her mother's voice was a lightness of surprise.And something else."Hello, Mama," Leya said, glaze of breath on the air. "May I come in?"---Inside – Late AfternoonIt was warm inside, smells she knew: spice, fabric softener, rice on the stove.It was entering an

  • Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance    Chapter 86: Where the Bruises Go

    --- Blackwood Mansion – 2:41 A.M. The hall clock ticked, its tired heart too exhausted to beat. 've kept quiet and with cozy sconce-lit corridors. Walls were there with shadows hanging down them. All was quiet. Apart from creaky-set stairs. Leya saw them before she heard them. She was awake — had been awake the entire night. Buried under her side of the bed, wrapped in one of the shawls her mother used to knit when arthritis stole life from her fingers. Hadn't rolled over at midnight. She'd not slept since she heard Harrison's scream ring down the stairs hours before. She no longer cried. That was then. The mood darkened. She sat up. > The door creaked. And he was standing in the doorway. Harrison. Charbroiled. Again. The Doorframe Slumped forward and back against it. Hair unkempt, shirt open halfway down his belly, tie loose around his neck gaping open, strangling him instead of tightened. Torn in his hand: a bottle. Not even drunk from the bottl

  • Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance    Chapter 93: Paper Cuts and Deception Polishsed

    --- Blackwood Manor – Nathaniel's Private Study, Early Evening Nathaniel remained motionless, strands of light disintegrating across his desk in shards of glass. The house was quiet, and he preferred it thus. These were the moments when he wore a cloak of focus – and more recently, focus was something he could no longer quite so casually turn his back on. Yellowed stacks of paper to either side. The bound book before him, one he'd taken out from the estate books. Not new. Samuel Blackwood still preferred all books to the family ledger: computer and written. Nathaniel had preferred ink over screens. He disliked turning pages, his hand sweeping over six months of record. Habit in large part: maintenance, employees' wages, and wine bought to have on hand for visitors. And then he realized something. > March 18th - Payment for restoration of work: $20,000 - Signed E. Blackwood. He took one step closer to the truth. The hand was deliberate. Too deliberate. The signature

Bab Lainnya

Anda juga akan menyukai

Jelajahi dan baca novel bagus secara gratis
Akses gratis ke berbagai novel bagus di aplikasi GoodNovel. Unduh buku yang kamu suka dan baca di mana saja & kapan saja.
Baca buku gratis di Aplikasi
Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi
DMCA.com Protection Status