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Chapter 8: A Crack in the Ice
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2026-03-13 16:23:59
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THE WRONG SISTER Chapter 32: The Enemy’s Move
She drove back to the estate with both hands on the wheel and the radio off.The city moved around her — morning traffic, people with coffee cups and somewhere to be.Thorne's silence haunted her.She’d asked him the most important question of her life and he’d stood there in his sitting room and said absolutely nothing. And she’d walked out because staying felt worse than leaving, and now she was twenty minutes from home with a note in her bag and a silence in her chest that was getting heavier more and more.She pulled into the estate just after eight.-----Caelum was still in the bedroom when she came upstairs. He was dressed but hadn’t done his tie yet, sitting at the edge of the bed and scrolling through something on his phone.He looked up when she walked in.“You were gone early.” His eyes moved over her face carefully. “Everything okay?”“I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a drive.” She set her bag down and crossed to where he was sitting. His tie was on the bed beside him. She
THE WRONG SISTER Chapter 31: A Web of Betrayal
She didn’t sleep.She lay in the dark beside Caelum, his arm heavy and warm across her waist, his breathing slow against the back of her neck.She stared at the ceiling with Viktor’s note sitting in her memory like something she couldn’t unfeel.The game is almost over. Be ready to choose.Isolde had kept it, filed it with a date in her own handwriting like it was something worth preserving. Like it was something she’d wanted to be able to find again. Like Viktor mattered to her.At six in the morning she carefully lifted Caelum’s arm, slid out of bed, and got dressed in the dark without making a sound.-----She called Thorne from the car.“I need to see you,” she said. “This morning.”“It’s barely...”“This morning, Father.”A pause. “Is something wrong?”“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”-----The Valehart mansion looked the same as it always had from the outside — grand and composed. She’d grown up inside those walls knowing that the outside and the inside rarely told the same st
THE WRONG SISTER Chapter 30: The Shadow of Isolde
The office Caelum gave her smelled all leather and old paper.It was a smaller room off the main corridor, just a quiet space with good light and a desk that faced a window overlooking the garden. He’d had it cleared out and restocked in two days with new sketchbooks, proper art markers and a corkboard the entire length of one wall.“For your ideas,” he’d said, standing in the doorway watching her take it in. “So they have somewhere to actually live.”She’d had to look away before he saw her face.-----She threw herself into Verdant the way she used to throw herself into paintings.By the third morning she had the corkboard covered.Brand direction on the left, community story angles in the middle, logo iterations spreading across the right side in varying sizes and colors. She’d been on calls with Verdant’s field team, listening to project managers talk about neighborhoods that had cut their energy costs by thirty percent.She’d asked them to send real photographs, not the stock ima
THE WRONG SISTER Chapter 29: The Gift of Trust
She woke up to find him in his home office at seven in the morning.Not behind his desk, he was standing at the window with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled to the elbow, staring at something on his tablet with the focused expression he usually reserved for boardroom battles.“You’re up early,” Arwen said from the doorway.He looked up. Something in his face relaxed when he saw her. It still caught her off guard every time. That small, visible shift, like he’d been holding a little tension that only she could take from him.“Come here,” he said. “I want to show you something.”She crossed the room and he turned the tablet toward her.Verdant. A small logo, green and clean, over a company profile that looked like it hadn’t been updated in three years.“A green tech subsidiary,” he said. “I acquired it five years ago. I has clean energy infrastructure, sustainable urban development and community-level power solutions.” He set the tablet down. “The board has been pushing me to sell
THE WRONG SISTER Chapter 28: The Public Performance
The interview was Marcelline’s idea.“Controlled exposure,” she’d called it, sitting at the head of the conference table with her hands folded. “You go on, give them something real enough to satisfy the noise and buy us another month of quiet.”Caelum had looked at Arwen and said yes.-----The studio lights were bright in warm gold.A woman with a headset clipped a microphone to Arwen’s collar. A man moved to powder Caelum’s jaw and got a look that sent him retreating immediately.“Stop intimidating the makeup team,” Arwen murmured.“I’m not intimidating anyone.”“Your face is doing it without your permission.”He looked down at her, and the corner of his mouth moved. “You’re the only person who talks to me like that.”“Someone has to.”The host, a polished woman named Dana Reeves with a warm smile, came over to shake their hands before they went on.“Thank you both for coming. This is just a conversation, not an interrogation.” She said. “I’m just interested in who you are together.
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She told Caelum she was visiting a friend.He’d kissed her forehead and told her to be back before lunch. And she’d smiled, picked up her bag, and walked out of the estate.The café was a twenty-minute drive, but it felt longer. She spent it with both hands on her bag and her eyes on the road ahead.Evelyn Crowe was already there when she arrived.Same corner table and same leather notebook open in front of her. She had the same watchful eyes that didn’t give anything away easily. She looked up when Arwen walked in and didn’t smile.“You came alone.” It wasn’t a question.“I said I would.” Arwen sat across from her and kept her bag on her lap. “Let’s not drag this out... what exactly do you want?”“Hey, calm down.” Evelyn said, pretending to set a pleasant atmosphere, when she was actually hunting for a prey. “You can order something, so it'd look like we are having lunch.”“I don't have the luxury of time,” Arwen said, bracing herself to handle whatever the journalist had coming for
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