All Chapters of ALMS TO LOVE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Madam Jamaica's research was silent, so quiet that it seemed unnatural, punctuated only by the faint whish of papers and the occasional touch of her fountain pen as she scribbled. The thick drapes were closed, letting through a narrow stream of sunlight. Her thoughts were elsewhere, computing and strategizing, as always. But the sudden unexpected sound of tiny, scurrying footsteps shattered her focus.She raised her head from her desk as the door burst open, and in swept Candy, sobbing, tears streaming down her face, her small hands wrapping around her chest as if she was trying to hold herself together."Candy?" Madam Jamaica's voice was even, but there was a quiver to it, a hint that came only when she knew something was likely to go wrong. "What's happened?"Candy did not respond. Instead, she hid her face in the silken sleeve of her mother, weeping brokenly. Madam Jamaica was motionless for an instant before gently giving Candy time to calm down, aware that if she pressed too earl

She stood up from her chair, slowly, her silken shawl falling from her shoulders as she walked to the window in her study. The Billion estate lay below her like a kingdom, its neatly trimmed gardens and high iron gates shimmering dimly in the light of morning. All that she had created, all that she had sacrificed, all for the continuation of this dynasty.And now..now there was a crack.Fiona Generys. A woman who had entered this home with desperation in her eyes and ailing child in her arms. A woman whose pride and quick wit could not hide the shaking vulnerability she bore like a shadow. Jamaica had endured her for Charles's sake, for Liza's sake. But the more Fiona entrenched herself in this family, the more she became a threat.Candy's tears had been at her fingertips. Too readily available. Madam Jamaica was no fool; she had read Marie's hand molding that child's falsehood. But convenience was still possibility. A thin fabrication, in the right ear, became gospel. All it took was

Charles rested against the stone pillar beside the faculty entrance, his lanky build not easily overlooked, even as he attempted to fade into the background. Students flowed past him, some of them glancing over at the snappy-suited stranger who obviously didn't fit into the university halls. He paid them no mind, his eyes focused only on the woman within.Through the glass doors, he observed Fiona talking to a crowd of students, her hands gesturing as she taught something with enthusiasm, her voice conveying that blend of authority and warmth that got people to listen. For an instant, Charles ignored the tempest raging outside these doors,the family intrigue, Marie's plots, his grandmother's frigid approval. Here, Fiona was herself, and he felt himself close to. enchanted.But then the reminder of why he was here constricted his chest. He wasn't here to admire her. He was here because everything around them was falling apart quicker than he could get it back together.Fiona waved her

Marie's heels clicked sharply on the marble floors of the Billion estate, her very presence cutting through the serenity like a knife. Her eyes stilled as she walked down the long hallway lined with gold-framed portraits of ancestors whose eyes seemed to follow her every movement. Something in the atmosphere felt altered charged, alive with streams of secrets she had yet to discover.She discovered Madam Jamaica in the drawing room, sitting majestically in her high-backed chair, a teacup balanced daintily in her fingers. Morning sunlight streaming through the huge windows illuminated the sides of her silver hair, producing an almost otherworldly radiance. Charles stood by the fireplace, his jaw clenched, his stance uncharacteristically protective as though he was repressing something.Marie knew that look. She’d seen it before in business negotiations, in family confrontations, in whispered arguments behind closed doors.Something was happening.“Good morning,” she said sweetly, thoug

The estate pulsed with a still, misleading quiet. Outside its wrought-iron gates, the world proceeded as normal, but within the Billion halls, storms brewed in the secrets that lurked.Charles stood against the high window of his study, arms crossed, jaw clenched like carved marble. Fiona paced at the other end of the room. She never did like waiting, and now each second was like an unraveling thread."They'll know, Charles," Fiona spoke low at last, her voice trembling on the combination of fear and determination. "Marie isn't stupid. She'll get a whiff of something."Charles pivoted towards her. His dark, steady, unflinching eyes met hers. "Let her feel. Let her guess. She won't leave this alone. Not this time."Fiona's head moved back and forth, her arms hugging herself as if to protect from a chill she alone could perceive. "She doesn't require evidence. She only requires an opening. If she distorts what happened, if she turns Candy on Liza once more.He took three steps across th