All Chapters of Re-Arranged: Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

Walking into the Castelli manor - her so called second home - felt like walking into a room where you knew everyone was just talking about you, whispers being passed as they entered before, suddenly, everyone was going so hush you could hear a pin drop. It was nauseating, and by then, Liviana wasn't sure what was worse - the silence or the whispers.Still, she forces a smile through the tension she feels absorbing from the air into her soul, morphing into something sickening and making her stomach churn, and she gives her husband's hand a squeeze, seeking some kind of comfort, some show of support that would keep her from turning and running away right then and there.Luckily, he takes the hint and turns to her with a hushed whisper of his own. "It's alright. I'm here." He assures her that he wasn't going anywhere. He was here to keep her safe, support her, fight for her - for their life together - and no one here was going to stop him. Not his parents, his sisters - not a soul in the

Her grip on her husband tightened, and she curled impossibly closer into his side, almost as if she was trying to disappear with him, if not just use him as a human shield. It was the only thing she could think to do in her moment of panic, with her fear getting the best of her when she heard her voice."Where the hell is she?!"And suddenly, she wasn't so worried about the rest of the family but instead a single member. Leona Castelli, the lioness herself and the one who was angriest of them all.God, what was she going to do? She couldn't help but fret, fingers curling into her husband's shirt as she pressed a hand to his chest, grabbing at him and his attention in a desperate attempt at seeking protection from the incoming storm.Perhaps now was the time to take him up on his offer. In her mind, it seemed as good a time as any to call this whole thing off, and as far as she was concerned, it wasn't too late to try to run and save themselves just yet. They still had time. All they h

Blaze and Liviana were stuck, held hostage under his own mother's scrutinizing gaze and an insatiable need for her kids' reconciliation.It was a matter that three of them insisted had nothing to do with her, and so she shouldn't be meddling. Elara should mind her own business. Her youngest child said otherwise.Amara was practically weeping when she curled into her mother's side, tucking herself under the safety of the arm that doesn't hesitate to wrap itself around her shoulders and pull her close. She leans into the touch, practically melting into a puddle of tears as she cries and asks Elara for her help. Begs and pleads for her not to leave, to protect her like she always promised she would, having sworn she'd never let anyone hurt her because what else was a mother's job for if not to protect her children?Well, Elara wasn't sure. She couldn't fathom what could ever be more important to a parent than their children's well-being, even if that child happened to be somewhat of an u

The siblings seem to come to an agreement rather quickly, agreeing to spend the next hour or so on their owns in order to find some sort of understanding and patience, perhaps even a little empathy, that they would be able to reapproach the situation with whenever their parents said they should. "Deal." Is all they say before they part ways - Leona marching off toward the kitchen on her own while Armani and Violet scurry toward the staircase to, no doubt, return to their sleeping quarters - the only private place someone had in this house of chaos. And when Blaze follows their lead, wrapping an arm around his own wife's shoulders and whisking her away, leading her down a dimly lit corridor and away from Amara, the only Castelli who remained in that hall - lost, alone, and full of regret. Silence seems to swallow the so-called "home" whole and the family is enveloped in the darkness of their despair, one thought left to pick at each and every one of their minds. Where the hell did the

"Blaze!"He could recognize that voice anywhere - could pick it out of a million in his sleep if he had to - and the moment he hears it, he runs. He practically jumps out of the chair he was in as if it were on fire, his feet moving faster than he could think. "Armani?!" He shouts, darting for the door and chasing after the sound - after an answer. "Where are you? What's wrong?"He steps out into the hallway, head snapping in both directions before he see's something - some sort of commotion - at the end of the hall that has him rushing off before his wife can even ask what's going on. Livi frowns, watching him go with a pit of dread in her stomach. Oh God... what could possibly be wrong now?She doesn't give herself time to wonder - time to overthink or worry too much and let her cowardice get the best of her - before she's rushing after him, asking, "where is he?" As she goes, following her husband into battle blindly, just like she promised him she would. Just like she always fear