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Chapter 86: Where the Bruises Go
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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
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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
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---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
Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance Chapter 96: The Pretender's Mercy
---Blackwood Mansion – Later That NightThe house was still.That unnatural, heavy quiet that weighted the air down, so that they all huddled, strained, waiting for something to shatter.Eleanor stood rigid at Harrison's study door, rigid fingers on rigid oak. Waited.She inhaled unhealthily and listened.No step.No whisper.But the quiet clinking of glass against glass.He had been drinking again.She gasped, turned around — the reflex smile she gave when she didn't. And plunged in. Shattered the space in two.---In the StudyHarrison did not lift his head. He sat in the chair that his father had screamed at him two nights before. A half-tumbler of whisky hung from the bend of his finger.She opened the door her heels whispering against the carpet.“I heard about what Father said,” she began, her voice soft.Still, he didn’t look at her.Eleanor stepped closer. “He was out of line. You’ve been under more pressure than anyone realizes.”His jaw tightened.“I didn’t come to fight,”
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