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Chapter 44: The Defiance

Penulis: Gift Nazz
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-16 04:39:22

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She put the pen down. Just set it on the table next to the annulment document, stood up, and walked to the window.

The drive was empty. The garden was grey. Rowan was outside her door.

Everything exactly the same as it was yesterday.

She looked at the document from across the room. At her real name printed on it. The first time any official paper had ever carried her name on it.

She was not going to sign it.

Not because she had a plan. Not because she had resources or allies or an
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  • THE WRONG SISTER    Chapter 44: The Defiance

    Main chapter She put the pen down. Just set it on the table next to the annulment document, stood up, and walked to the window.The drive was empty. The garden was grey. Rowan was outside her door.Everything exactly the same as it was yesterday.She looked at the document from across the room. At her real name printed on it. The first time any official paper had ever carried her name on it.She was not going to sign it.Not because she had a plan. Not because she had resources or allies or any clear path forward. She was not going to sign it because Marcelline had walked in here and placed that document on the table like the outcome was already decided, and something in Arwen had gone very certain the moment she’d touched it.She may have entered this house under someone else's name.But she was not leaving it as no one at all.She asked Rowan for paper the next morning.He looked at her. “Paper?”“And a pen. The one I had yesterday is almost running dry.” She held his gaze. “I just

  • THE WRONG SISTER    Chapter 43: First Strike

    She noticed it first on the third day.She’d been sitting at the window, which was her default position now, when something outside caught her attention. On Rowan’s phone, which he’d left face-up on the small table in the corridor when he stepped away briefly. The screen was visible through the gap in the door.A notification from a social media platform. And above the preview text was a name.Isolde Ravencroft.She couldn’t read the full notification from where she sat.“What’s happening to my public profile?” She asked Rowan directly when he came back.He looked at her for a moment. “I don’t have information about that.”“Rowan.”“I genuinely don’t, ma’am.” He said it in the way he said things that were true but incomplete. “That would be handled through Mr. Ravencroft’s communications team.”“Simone?”He said nothing, which confirmed it.She turned back to the window.So that was how it was starting.By the following morning she could feel it even from inside a locked room.Simone

  • THE WRONG SISTER    Chapter 42: The Cage

    She couldn't sleep.She lay on the bed in the dark with her eyes open and Caelum’s words echoing in the room, and she stared at the ceiling until the sky outside the window started going grey.He never came back to the room.She listened for footsteps in the corridor, for the door handle, for any sound that meant he was still somewhere close. Yet nothing. Just the quiet of the estate and the distant, occasional sound of his voice somewhere below.She was still in her clothes from the glass house when the door opened at seven.Rowan.He stood in the doorway with his hands at his sides and looked at her with the expression of a man carrying out instructions he hadn’t written.“Mr. Ravencroft has asked me to stay close today,” he said.She sat up slowly. “How close?”“Outside your door.”She looked at him for a moment. “Am I being guarded or watched, Rowan?”He held her gaze. “Those were my instructions, ma’am.”By nine she understood the full shape of it.Her phone was gone from the nig

  • THE WRONG SISTER    Chapter 41: Dissected

    The drive back to the estate was completely silent. Caelum drove with both hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road the entire way. Arwen sat in the passenger seat with her hands folded in her lap and watched the city lights appear gradually as they left the coast behind. He hadn’t asked her to pack. He’d just said they were leaving and walked to the car and she’d followed because there was nothing else to do. The glass house was behind them. Everything it had held — the proposal, the ring, the album, the last few hours of something that had felt real and safe, was behind them too.-----He slammed the bedroom door behind them, and stood in the middle of the room with his jacket still on and looked at her with an unreadable expression she’d never seen him wear before — the look of a man who had made a decision and was executing it. “Sit down,” he said, trying to keep his voice neutral even though he was furious inside. She sat on the edge of the bed, keeping her eyes steadily

  • THE WRONG SISTER    Chapter 40: The Discovery

    Arwen’s heart almost jumped out of her chest.Do you know which one this would have been? The question kept replaying in her mind.“Lost,” she said. Her voice came out steady, which surprised her. “A lot of my childhood photos got lost when we moved. My mother wasn’t as careful with mine as she was with Isolde’s.”He looked at her for a moment. “That’s awful.”“It’s fine.” She turned her wine glass. “It was a long time ago.”He accepted it and turned the page. She took a breath of relief.They moved inside as the dark settled properly, the album open on the coffee table between them, the lamp throwing warm light across everything. It should have felt safe: the ring on her finger and the weekend stretched out ahead of them.But now something subtle had shifted in him, and she could feel it.She sat beside him with her wine going warm in her hand and watched him turn pages through Isolde’s documented life.Birthday parties. School events. Summer trips. Isolde at twelve, at fifteen, at s

  • THE WRONG SISTER    Chapter 39: The Perfect Day

    The glass house looked exactly the same.Same cliff, same ocean stretching out to the horizon and same quiet that seemed to only exist here.Arwen stood at the window while Caelum carried their bags in and just let herself breathe for the first time in a week.No burner phone. No green scarf sitting in her desk drawer back at the estate. No voice on the other end of a line.Just the ocean, the light and the horizon.“It's a beautiful view.” Arwen said.“It is.” Caelum said from behind her.She exhaled loudly. “I could stay here forever, you know. Just listening to the sound of the water.” She smiled. “It's so peaceful.”He set the bags down and came to stand beside her. “But the last time you stood there, it looked like that you were carrying something heavy.”“Well, I’m not carrying anything right now.”“Good.” He put his arm around her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Keep it that way until Monday.”She leaned into him and decided to let herself have this.-----Later tha

  • THE WRONG SISTER    Chapter 13: The Web Tightens

    Arwen waited until evening to call her father.She locked herself in her bedroom, hands shaking as she pulled up his number.He answered on the second ring. “Arwen. How’s married life?”“We need to talk, now.”“Is something wrong?”“Everything is wrong. I need you to come to the estate tonight.”Sh

  • THE WRONG SISTER    Chapter 12: The First Mistake

    The luncheon was Arwen’s idea.Or rather, Simone had suggested it, and Arwen had been too tired to argue.“Isolde’s friends have been asking to see you,” Simone had said.Now Arwen stood in the estate’s garden room, watching four women air-kiss each other and settle into chairs like they owned the

  • THE WRONG SISTER    Chapter 10: Vows Written in Shadow

    Arwen stood in a side room, staring at herself in a floor-length mirror. The wedding dress swallowed her, looking like a train that needed two people to carry.Her mother circled her, tugging at the veil.“Stop fidgeting.”“I’m not fidgeting.”“Your hands are shaking.” Celeste grabbed them, stillin

  • THE WRONG SISTER    Chapter 9: The Wedding Eve

    The estate was chaos.Florists hauled towers of white peonies through the hallways. Event coordinators screamed into headsets. Staff polished silver that already gleamed.Tomorrow was the wedding.Tomorrow, Arwen would marry a man who was getting closer every day to figuring out she was a fraud.Sh

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