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Chapter 73: The Father's Mask
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Whisked Away Chapter 112: The Confession
The storm clawed at the stained glass, hurling shadows across the chapel floor. Amara stood trembling, her tears cutting through silence sharper than any blade. Ethan leaned on the altar, patient, savoring every fracture in their bond.Luca’s hands curled into fists at his sides, his nails digging deep, blood welling, but he didn’t notice. He looked at Amara as though she were the only anchor in a world collapsing.“I need you to hear me,” he said hoarsely. “Not him. Me.”Amara’s lips quivered, but she didn’t answer.He stepped closer, his voice stripped of all steel, raw like an open wound. “I grew up in a house where silence meant survival. My father, he believed love was weakness. Every kindness I had, Ethan took. Every warmth I found, it was punished. I learned to build cages, to hold on to anything precious before it was stolen from me.”Ethan’s smile flickered, his eyes narrowing at the mention of their father.Luca’s chest heaved, his words tumbling now, unrestrained. “The firs
Whisked Away Chapter 111: The Breaking Point
The storm raged without mercy, but it was nothing compared to the silence that swallowed the chapel.Amara’s breath came in jagged gasps, her chest rising and falling as though the air itself had turned poisonous. She staggered back a step, her gaze locked on Luca, as if seeing him for the very first time.“You… chose me?” she whispered, the words brittle, splintering as they left her lips. “Not because of love. Not because of me. But because I fit into some twisted plan?”Her tears shimmered in the candlelight, carving tracks down her pale cheeks.Luca took a step toward her, his voice low, desperate. “It wasn’t like that. Amara, listen to me—”“Don’t.” Her voice sliced through his like broken glass. She lifted a trembling hand to halt him, as though even his presence burned her. “Every time I believed in you, every time I thought I could finally trust what we had, there was always a shadow, wasn’t there? Always something you weren’t telling me.”Ethan leaned lazily against the altar
Whisked Away Chapter 110: Edge of the Ember
The air thickened as if the storm outside had seeped into the chapel. Amara stood between them, her breath shallow, her heart pounding in her ears.Ethan’s smirk widened, taunting. “How noble, Luca. Always the protector. But tell me, are you protecting her… or the truth?”Luca’s jaw tightened, his gaze never leaving his brother. “You’ve said enough.”“Not nearly,” Ethan replied, his voice like silk over broken glass. “She deserves to know. Don’t you think, Amara? Don’t you deserve the truth about the man you trust with your soul?”Her throat felt dry. “Luca… is it true?” Her voice trembled, but the question hung heavy, unavoidable.For the first time, Luca’s eyes flickered to her. The iron in his expression cracked, if only for a heartbeat, and that fracture tore at her chest. He didn’t answer.Ethan let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Silence. Always silence. That’s how he wins, dove. He starves you of answers until your need for him outweighs your doubts. And then you’ll forgive him any
Whisked Away Chapter 109:The Chapel at Noon
The old quarter was quiet, its cobblestone streets slick with rain. Amara kept her hood up as she walked, her heartbeat thundering louder than her footsteps. Every window she passed felt like an eye. Every corner, a trap.The chapel appeared at the end of the lane, small, weathered, its stone walls streaked with moss. Its bell tower was cracked, leaning, like it had been forgotten by time.She hesitated at the door. Her hand trembled against the wood. One push, and she’d be inside with him. One push, and there would be no undoing it.The hinges groaned as she stepped in.The interior was dim, lit only by the fractured light through stained glass. Dust floated in the air, and in the front pew, Ethan sat with his head bowed, like a penitent sinner waiting for absolution.When he looked up, his smile was slow, inevitable. “You came.”Her throat tightened. “Don’t make this sound like fate.”“Isn’t it?” He stood, the shadows clinging to him as if reluctant to let him go. “After everything
Whisked Away Chapter 108: Whisper That Slips
The fortress held for three days.Three days of guarded walks on the terrace. Three days of Luca’s lips brushing her forehead at night, as if devotion could erase doubt. Three days of silence between her and Ethan.Until silence broke.It happened in the quietest way. Amara was curled on the velvet couch with a book she hadn’t turned a page of in an hour, the rain tapping at the windows. Luca was in his study, the muted sound of his voice carrying through the closed doors as he spoke with investors. The bodyguards kept their distance, their presence more shadow than man.Her hidden phone buzzed once.She froze.Another buzz. Then another. The sound was muffled beneath the towels in the bathroom cabinet, but it vibrated through her chest like a second heartbeat.She swallowed, stood, and slipped silently past the guards. In the bathroom, she locked the door and dug out the phone.Ethan: They call him your savior. But do you feel saved, Amara? Or do you feel trapped?Her fingers hovered
Whisked Away Chapter 107:The Roar
The phone burned hot in Amara’s hand. One small device, one short message, yet it carried the weight of every sleepless night, every doubt Luca had begged her not to entertain.She didn’t reply, not yet. But she didn’t delete it either. That was enough. A secret choice. A seed Ethan had planted, watered with her weakness.When Luca returned from the kitchen, his voice steady but tight from the call, she shoved the phone beneath a pillow. He kissed her temple, soft, careful, as if she might break. And she smiled. A hollow, brittle smile.That night, sleep refused her. She lay awake, the city lights stretching like restless veins across the skyline. Beside her, Luca’s breathing was even, protective in its rhythm. Yet she felt utterly alone.And then her hidden phone lit up again.Ethan: They don’t see you, Amara. Not like I do. They see a story. I see you.Her chest clenched. Slowly, silently, she typed back.Amara: Stop.A pause. Then.Ethan: I will. If you come. Just once. One convers
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