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Chapter 254: The Last Supper of the Patriarch
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Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance Chapter 256 — The Splintering
The Blackwood family home ceased to exist as a being.It was the case at a time when habit stood in for loyalty and dread was mistaken for control. Now the cadence faltered. Each chamber had its pulse, its distinct strain. The machinery of the empire continued to move. They grinded noisily metal clashing, against metal.The tension, in the atmosphere was palpable.---VivianVivian faced her mirror combing her hair with rhythmic motions that were less about appearance and more, about maintaining control.Her image remained composed. Serene jaw, gaze, the slightest raise of her eyebrow. The look she bore when she declined to be unsettled.She replayed Samuel’s outburst from that day: the broken glass, the eruption of fury the way his voice broke on the word "betrayal." For the time ever her father appeared… diminished. Not necessarily fragile,. Diminished, like a painting faded from prolonged exposure, to sunlight.“You’re faltering " she whispered to her mirrored image.Not mocking. N
Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance Chapter 255 — Cracks in the Throne
Dawn came and the mansion remained lifeless. It seemed… empty. The servants proceeded cautiously nearly tiptoeing through the corridors as if making any noise could cause the walls to collapse, The night’s calamity still lingered in the atmosphere. Samuel’s eruption, the messenger, the hush that fell like a guillotine’s edge. Each noise seemed off. Even the ticking clocks appeared to be, out of sync. --- Samuel: A Storm with a Pulse Samuel emerged from his study as if dragged abruptly from a nightmare before he could complete his scream. His eyes were swollen and red his shirt and his tie uneven. He hadn’t rested—. If he did it was only due, to the bourbon rendering him unconscious. He thrust a ledger onto the dining table with intensity that the cutlery bounced. “Deceivers!" he shouted. "Every one of you. There’s a leak, in my accounts. Someone is assisting her.” The term her emerged dense and odd as though it roughened his throat while exiting. The servants halted abruptl
Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance Chapter 254: The Last Supper of the Patriarch
The Blackwood dining hall had never appeared more, like a sanctuary.The chandeliers shone intensely.The candles cast extended, flickering shadows.The silver. Buffed almost to perfection. Shone, like a caution.Samuel was adamant, about the display.He desired a banquet, a demonstration of power a signal, to the citys upper class that the Blackwood crown remained securely on his brow. He had requested the wines, the richest meats, the most exotic fare. Servants hurried about him frightened of dropping anything afraid to make a sound.Samuel straightened his cuffs for the time.“They’ll realize we remain intact " he whispered.However his gaze continually flickered toward the doors as though anticipating a spirit to appear.---The Guests: Jackals in SilkThey showed up wearing assurance and hidden blades.Bankers, financiers, aristocrats, with lips resembling dried fruit; ladies draped in high fashion and mysteries. They beamed, kissed Samuel’s cheeks remarked on the "array.Their e
Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance Chapter 253 — The House of Splintering Glass
The Blackwood estate had consistently valued its quietude. The type, the affluent sort the kind expressed through chandelier glow and gleaming marble.At this moment the silence seemed off.Too sharp.Too thin.Like breath trapped in the throat of the house itself.The walls appeared to eavesdrop. The mirrors looked as if they observed. Even the floor groaned in spots that had never previously dared to groan.Samuel navigated everything with a sort of grace. The grace of someone who still felt he possessed the terrain falling apart beneath him. His cane tapped the marble with a irate beat and each noise echoed back, to him louder than it originated.His anger surged before him like a tempest.“Who handled this ledger?”“Why is this number different?”“Don’t deceive me. You better not deceive me!”He confronted employees who had worked for him since he was young charging them with embezzling from accounts they had no knowledge of. One housekeeper broke down sobbing intensely she was un
Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance CHAPTER 252 — THE LAST DAYS OF PEACE
The Blackwood mansion looked celebratory that night lit by chandeliers and gold-trimmed details casting a shine meant to convince onlookers that everything was fine but Samuel had arranged a dinner not for pleasure instead He wanted the company not for enjoyment but to have others see him as composed and commanding and Preserving appearances was the tactic he still knew how to handle. The long dining table was flawlessly set: shining cutlery, dazzling crystal glasses and plates shinier than automobiles, Prominent figures, from the city were present since curiosity often outweighed caution. If the Blackwoods were causing unrest everyone wanted to hear the story. Samuel sat at the head of the table positioned stiffly, a bourbon within easy but subtle access. From a distance he seemed composed and serene. Close up the faint quiver in his hand revealed the truth, behind the mask. “To constancy " he said, lifting the glass. "The Blackwoods never surrender.” Polite applause followed—sh
Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance CHAPTER 251 — SHADOWS ON THE MARBLE
The Blackwood estate appeared lavish, chilly overly arrogant. Yet there was an underlying unease. It was palpable, throughout the corridors. The servants murmured often. Doors normally open remained closed. Even the chandeliers were excessively bright as if attempting to mask something.Samuel sat in his office gazing at a stack of reports he had reviewed thrice already, His bourbon was sweating on the table. His hand trembled enough to make the glass hit the wood. He chose to ignore it.Three audits.Three different firms.All of them expressed the sentiment in a courteous professional manner that Samuel believed was offensive:Funds disappeared. Documents were modified. Transactions occurred without his knowledge.Not much. Insufficient for the world to perceive.But enough for him.Someone was striking him at his vulnerable spot. Gradually, intentionally, as if they intended for him to truly sense it.He despised the sensation more, than the act of stealing.“Father?”Harrison ling
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