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Chapter 59: Planting the Poison
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Wounded Rose of Garden Metro Chapter 62: Whispers in the Air
The morning began like any other.Elara woke to pale sunlight spilling across her room in Vincent’s estate, her muscles still aching faintly from the week’s training. She had grown used to the dull burn — it felt almost like proof that she was changing, piece by piece, day by day.But something was different today.She noticed it first at breakfast. The staff usually greeted her with warm nods, sometimes with faint smiles if Lena was nearby to break the stiffness of their routine. But this morning, their eyes slid past her too quickly. Their movements were too brisk, their voices clipped.“Elara,” one servant murmured, bowing stiffly before hurrying away.She frowned slightly, unsettled. Had she done something wrong? She replayed the past days in her mind — the training, the quiet evenings writing in her notebook, the conversations with Lena. Nothing stood out.She tried to ignore it. People had bad mornings too.When she joined Lena in the garden later, the feeling sharpened. Lena gr
Wounded Rose of Garden Metro Chapter 61: The Fire Breaks
The morning sky over Garden Metro was washed in gray, the kind of colorless dawn that carried a chill through even the tallest towers. But inside Cassidy Quinn’s penthouse, warmth glowed from polished chandeliers and golden lamps.She sat at her glass dining table, robe drawn tight, coffee steaming beside her. The city hummed faintly through the soundproof windows. But she wasn’t listening to the city. She was listening to her phone, buzzing nonstop with alerts.The first headline made her smile.Garden Metro Daily: Council Probes Quinn’s Protégé Over Financial Irregularities.The second headline sharpened that smile into something colder.The Herald Tribune: Dockside Dealings? Witnesses Claim Elara Quinn Linked to Marino’s Smuggling Routes.And the third made her laugh outright, a low, dark sound that echoed off the marble floors.Whispers & Wine: The Wounded Rose Wilts: How Long Before Sympathy Turns Sour?Her poison had bloomed.The News MachineBy mid-morning, every screen in Gard
Wounded Rose of Garden Metro Chapter 60: Smoke Before the Fire
Morning broke over Garden Metro with a pale, gray light. For most of the city, it was another day of routine — taxis honking in traffic, vendors opening their stalls, and businessmen rushing into towers of glass and steel.But in certain corners — the ones that truly mattered — whispers had already begun.Cassidy Quinn woke before dawn, her routine precise as always. She padded across her penthouse in silk, poured herself black coffee, and stood before the enormous window as the city stretched awake beneath her. In her other hand, she held her phone, scrolling through the overnight updates she had anticipated with the patience of a hunter waiting for prey to step into the snare.Her first smile of the morning came quickly.A council aide had forwarded notes from a closed-door meeting: Councilman Harris had presented the first fragments of “evidence.” Nothing public yet, but murmurs had already reached two other council members. The phrase in the notes made her smirk — “credible concer
Wounded Rose of Garden Metro Chapter 59: Planting the Poison
Cassidy Quinn believed control was the only currency worth keeping. Money could vanish, reputations could crumble, and power could shift — but control, once seized, could bend everything else to its will.Elara Quinn had begun to loosen that control. And that, Cassidy could not allow.Tonight, she would correct the imbalance. Not with whispers. Not with careless rumors. But with precision-crafted poison, planted in the roots of Garden Metro until the whole city drank from it.The CouncilmanHer chauffeur eased the sleek black car down a quiet lane lined with manicured hedges. The house wasn’t the grandest in Garden Metro, but Councilman Harris had never sought grandeur — only influence. He had built his career on handshakes in the dark, favors traded like currency. Cassidy respected that. It made him predictable.The back door opened before she knocked. Harris himself ushered her inside, his silver hair neat, his smile tight.“Cassidy,” he said, pouring her a drink without asking. “Wh
Wounded Rose of Garden Metro Chapter 58: Building the Cage
Cassidy Quinn had never tolerated failure, least of all her own.Her penthouse office was a world of glass and steel, perched so high above Garden Metro that the city seemed like a miniature kingdom beneath her gaze. The skyline glittered as it always did, neon and gold and restless, but tonight it wasn’t enough to soothe her.She sat at her blackwood desk, back straight, a glass of deep red wine untouched beside her. A stack of files lay open before her — contracts, bank records, shareholder agreements — and she flipped through them with the precision of a surgeon preparing for an operation. Each page was a potential weapon.Her reflection on the glass wall stared back at her: flawless makeup, sharp eyes, the perfect queen. But behind her reflection lurked another shadow — the image of Elara Quinn, standing tall at the gala, turning humiliation into a declaration.Cassidy’s lips curled. Not again.She began with what she knew best: money.Money was the lifeblood of Garden Metro. It b
Wounded Rose of Garden Metro Chapter 57: The Cracks in the Queen’s Glass
Cassidy Quinn’s penthouse sat high above Garden Metro, a palace of steel and glass that looked down on the city like a throne. Tonight, the city glowed in its usual brilliance — neon lights, car headlights threading like rivers of fire through the streets — but for Cassidy, it all seemed dull.She sat at the edge of her bar counter, a half-empty bottle of red wine at her elbow, staring at the television that flickered in the background. The sound was muted, but she didn’t need volume to know what it showed.Elara Quinn.The screen replayed clips from the Foundation Gala, her rival standing poised in her modest black dress, raising a glass of water as if it were champagne. The image was absurd and yet infuriating — the quiet, bullied girl who should have collapsed under the weight of Cassidy’s perfectly laid trap had instead stolen the spotlight.Cassidy could still read the words on her lips: “To survival.”Her teeth ground together. Survival was supposed to be her narrative. She had
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