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Chapter Seventeen – The Edge of the Knife

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The lock clicked behind them as Gabriel secured the heavy oak doors of the main hall. The silence that followed was dense, almost suffocating. The estate’s night lamps cast low pools of amber light across the marble, but beyond them, the corners were swallowed by darkness.

Lucy’s fingers tightened around the stack of crumpled papers she’d rescued. She wanted to throw them into the fire right now, watch every lie curl and blacken. But the knowledge that her name was printed there in legal ink held her back. Destroying them would not erase the leverage Patricia and Joana clearly believed they had.

Gabriel moved to the small security panel near the window, tapping a code. Metal shutters descended over the outer glass doors with a mechanical hum. “East wing secured,” he muttered. “If she’s still inside the perimeter, she won’t get far.”

Lucy glanced toward the far end of the hall. “What if she’s already gone?”

His jaw flexed. “Then she’ll be back. People like Joana never run without leavi
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  • The silence between us    Chapter Twenty-Seven: Shadows Over Madrid

    The morning of their departure unfolded with the kind of quiet that made Lucy’s skin prickle.The estate, usually alive with the bustle of servants and the murmuring of voices drifting from the kitchens, seemed muted, as though every corner of its marble halls and manicured gardens held its breath. The sun was bright over the terracotta rooftops, gilding the roses in the courtyard, but it offered no warmth to the tension in her chest.Lucy sat at the edge of the balcony that overlooked the vineyards. A tray of untouched breakfast lay beside her coffee long gone cold, a croissant she hadn’t even broken. Her hands twisted in her lap, restless, restless. Sleep had evaded her, leaving her eyes shadowed, her thoughts a tangled knot.Madrid. Just the name felt like a weight pressing against her ribs. She could still feel the folded letter hidden at the bottom of her jewelry box, the one she had found tucked in her stepmother’s scarf two nights ago. Words she had not been ready to read, word

  • The silence between us    Chapter Twenty-Six: A Storm Between Us

    The storm arrived just before dusk, rolling in from the horizon with a low growl that shook the vineyard to its roots. The sky darkened to a bruised violet, heavy clouds pressing low as if they might crush the tiled roofs of the estate. Lucy stood at the tall windows of the grand library, her hand pressed to the cold glass, watching the first spears of lightning split the sky. The scent of rain crept through the cracks in the old stone walls, and for a moment, she welcomed it. Storms, at least, were honest. They did not pretend to be anything other than chaos.Inside her, chaos ruled too. Ever since she had touched the letter sealed in Madrid’s insignia, her heart had carried its weight like a stone in her chest. She had hidden it burned it even yet the words it contained had lodged in her memory, branding her with the knowledge that her family’s betrayals were far from over. She had been ready, in moments of restless midnight pacing, to tell Gabriel everything. Yet every time she ima

  • The silence between us     Chapter Twenty-Five: The Weight of Silence

    Lucy held the letter as though it might scorch her skin. Even after she folded it back into its ivory envelope, her hands trembled with the same unease that had possessed her when she first read the Madrid seal. The parchment was thick, the script elegantly formal, but beneath its polished presentation lurked a threat she could not ignore. She slipped it into the drawer of her writing desk and pushed it closed, as if wood and brass could barricade her from its demands.But the weight of it lingered.Dinner that night stretched in suffocating silence. Gabriel sat at the head of the long oak table, a storm coiled in his expression though he said little. His knife cut through roasted quail with surgical precision. Lucy sat at his right, too conscious of her every movement, pushing food around her plate. Between them, candles flickered against crystal glasses, but their light felt colder than ever.She tried to speak, but the words withered before reaching her tongue. Should she tell him?

  • The silence between us    Chapter Twenty-Four: The Edge of Resolve

    Lucy’s vow still hung in the cool night air of the courtyard, her voice having carried more conviction than she thought herself capable of. The vineyard stretched out in rows of silver-shadowed vines beneath the moonlight, and Gabriel’s eyes remained fixed on her as though she had become the most impossible and dangerous truth he had ever faced.For a long moment, neither of them moved. The soft rustle of the leaves and the faint chorus of cicadas were the only sounds between them. Then Gabriel exhaled, low and rough, as if letting go of a weight he had carried alone for years.“Do you even realize,” he said, stepping closer, “what you’ve just promised me? What you’ve promised yourself?”Lucy straightened her spine, feeling her pulse thrum hot at her throat. “I know exactly what I said. I will not let them use me anymore. I won’t let them use you. If they come for us, then I will meet them head on.”Gabriel’s jaw tensed. He looked at her like a man torn between admiration and dread. “

  • The silence between us    Chapter Twenty-Three: The Weight of Secrets

    Lucy awoke before dawn, the room still bathed in shadows. The shutters had been drawn tight against the night, but a pale ribbon of light managed to slip through the narrow seam, cutting across the bed in a silver line. She blinked against it, her body heavy with exhaustion, though her mind refused the comfort of sleep. The weight of the previous evening pressed on her chest: Joana’s venomous presence, John’s unexpected return, Gabriel’s confession of fears he had kept buried for years. It had all left her restless, tossing in a silence too loud to endure.She turned her head slightly. Gabriel still lay beside her, his breathing deep and even, though she knew well enough he was not truly asleep. She had learned in the weeks of their strained cohabitation that Gabriel rarely surrendered fully to rest. Even in slumber, there was tension in him his jaw clenched, his hand curled as if ready to rise against unseen threats. The man carried battles in his very bones, and she wondered if he e

  • The silence between us    Chapter Twenty-Two: The Space She Left Behind

    Joana’s heels echoed down the marble hallway long after the door to the grand library shut behind her. The heavy silence she left in her wake felt thicker than the scent of aged parchment and candle wax lingering in the air. Lucy stood frozen beside the long oak table, her fingertips still grazing the worn leather spine of the ledger they had been studying, as though letting go might somehow give Joana the satisfaction of victory.Gabriel moved first. He stepped forward, his posture rigid, his eyes trained on the double doors as if he could burn through them and catch Joana mid step. His jaw flexed, then unclenched, then tightened again.“She’ll try something,” he said finally, voice low and controlled, but the undercurrent of fury was unmistakable.Lucy drew in a slow breath, willing her pulse to steady. “She already did.”Gabriel turned to face her. The warm lamplight caught the angles of his face, hardening the lines around his eyes. “No,” he said, “that was just a performance. Joa

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