All Chapters of Re-Arranged: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

It felt like a million years had passed by while Liviana sat in that car, stuck, and by the time she heard another peep from anyone inside that dreadful house, she could've sworn she'd driven herself mad a million little times by now, all with thoughts of him - her husband.Was he okay? Would she see him again? Of course, she knew she would. But that didn't stop her tortured mind from throwing all the possibilities at her, no matter how slim and unlikely. So, she couldn't help but wonder, what if something happened to him and she really was the last to walk out that door? What if that was the last time she saw him? What if that was the last time he saw her? Running away from him? Leaving him behind? For... what? For his family to tear apart like they would any other helpless victim of theirs? Like he wasn't their son? Their brother? Her husband? Would he think that she'd let them? That she just abandoned him?God, just the thought was sickening, and it almost had Liviana ready to jump

It didn’t take the two women more than an hour for them to collect themselves. They showered, cleansed themselves of both blood and bad energy, and changed their clothes, taking no more than a second or two more than they had to in an excuse to gather their bearings before they were meeting back up in the living room and, suddenly, it was time to have that dreadful conversation that, in the end, wasn’t all that dreadful.As soon as the two sat down and the silence slowly but surely began to fade, taking any awkwardness or tension with it, the conversation flowed between them easily. Naturally, even. Like they were always meant to be here and do this - speak, listen, and understand each other. Help and support each other. Like it was fate that they were the last two sisters standing. And who knew? Maybe it was. Fate certainly sounded better than the alternative - Amara and whatever Masterplan she was trying to execute this time. At least, Livi sure thought so. But from the sounds of it

Blaze and Liviana left without so much as another word, fleeing the penthouse hand in hand and in a silence that spoke volumes. They were both utterly exhausted, and although they were relieved to find themselves safely tucked into the solitude of his car after such a long, demeaning day, there was something left unsaid, something that was rotting away in between them that tainted any sense of comfort they could've found from the space. Instead, as soon as they're inside, settling into the tension-packed car, the silence begins to eat them alive. Livi's mind raced faster than the car they were in, practically running in circles with all those same thoughts, all the same dreadful scenarios that haunted her perspective on life. All those little doubts and her greatest fears, and the 'what if's' that kept her up at night and made her sick with worry. Worried that she'd done something wrong, something so awful that this - whatever this was, whether it was some kind of sick joke or karmic

Liviana stared at the two like they’d each grown an extra head, eyes blown wide like she couldn’t believe what she’d just been told, like she couldn’t even begin to comprehend what was being asked of her this time around.Slowly, she blinks out of her daze, eyes darting between the two, waiting for someone to crack first. When neither do, she’s forced to find the words and speak. “I’m sorry... you want me to do what?” She asks, voice straining in her disbelief, desperately trying to find the mind to deal with this - with them, and yet another one of their crazy ideas.Drusilla shrugs, repeating herself like it was no big deal. Like she wasn’t asking the world of her daughter. “Well, we just thought that since you’re a Castelli now, and you have a seat at their table-““That, what?” She asks, almost daring her mother to finish the question. Maybe then she would hear how ridiculous she sounded. “That I could get you a seat at the table, too? That I’m actually some sort of golden ticket?

Liviana locked herself away for what felt like an eternity, hiding for hours on end before, finally, she’s forced to confront the tension she’d been trying her best to avoid, but to no avail. Eventually, she realized it was pointless. She would have to face her husband and his rather daunting silence sooner or later, and with him she would be forced to face that anger he tried so hard to hide from her, as if she hadn’t already bared witness to it more times than even she cared to admit. And honestly, she had no idea what was worse anymore. The way he used to scream and shout and let all his emotions out, no matter how mean or ugly, always letting every thought fly freely from his mouth without so much as a second thought or a single regard for how it could hurt her, how it would make her feel, or the unwavering silence he so often wore like armor now, almost using it like a weapon to avoid making all the same mistakes again, fending off his own reckless words before they could cause a