All Chapters of THE PUREBLOOD'S HEARTBEAT : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“ Those clothes,” Madam Hale continued, her lips curled faintly.“ She brought them here on purpose. As if to say ‘look , your son and i are in a relationship, he belongs to me now.’ ” Daniella had known from the start that for her plan to go smoothly, she needed proof of her entanglement with Alex. But what she hadn't expected was for Madam Hale to be such a hard nut to crack. Madam Hale, only needed one look to understand her. “ Alex may not see what she's thinking ” she said, her gaze fixed ahead.“ But i know exactly what she's capable of.” By coming here unannounced, she wants to announce her relationship. Daniella knew that by doing so, at least with the help of servants coming and going, the news would spread quickly, thereby solving her problem without lifting a finger. If found out, the blame wouldn't fall on her, but on the Hale family's inability to discipline their servants, allowing gossip to spread. In the end, only one person stood to benefit. It was lik

“ Jammy Grannyy–!”Averia's voice rang out from outside, announcing her arrival before she even appeared.She dashed into the courtyard, her steps light and quick.“ Jammy Granny, we're back. I've missed you so much.”Jammy Granny burst into laughter at the sight of her. She lifted a hand and waved her over, her face lighting up.“ My lovely Ave , you're here.” She beckoned her closer, eyes crinkling.“ I haven't seen you in so long…my old bones almost crumbled from missing you.”“ Oh, come on,Granny. You know you're still young and agile like a young maiden.”“ None can compare to your beauty, Granny…Who dares to call my granny old? Show yourself!” She added playfully, turning in a circles as if searching for the offender.Jammy Granny beamed, her smiled stretching wide due to Averia's words.Tsk…you and that sweet-tongue of yours.” She chuckled, lifting a hand to lightly tap Averia's forehead.Averia held Jammy Granny's hand and walked forward. She finally had time to look around the

Lynette gawked at the magnificent mansion in awe. ‎‎She never thought such a building would be seen in this remote village. ‎‎The mansion looked ancient, as though it had endured the test of time, faint runes etched into the imposing gate as if whispering secrets of ages past. ‎‎A sense of déjà vu overwhelmed her as she studied the runes, though no words came to her lips, where she had seen them.‎‎The driveway revealed that people lived here. ‎‎As she approached, the gate opened on its own. ‎‎She gasped the moment she stepped inside. This was beautiful, dreamy— almost spellbinding. ‎‎Magnificent was too small a word. ‎‎The entrance stretched like a runway. To the left stood sculpted figurines, water flowing from a fountain shaped like a crying goddess. To the right, eight steps led to a small pink flower house, perfect for lovers on a picnic, its railing delicate as something from a fairy tale. ‎‎Beyond, a mini stadium gleamed, complete with a basketball court—a clea

‎Lynette pushed open the door with a creak. What came into view was a dim, dark room. The silence inside felt eerily thick and wrong in a way that bred fear.‎‎She traced her hand along the wall to her left, searching for the light switch ‎‎Where could the switch be?‎‎Trailing her hand to the right, Lynette had no idea she had drifted from the door.‎‎‎‎Using the dim light from the window; though it barely helped, she tried to find her way back to the door.Lynette no longer knew where the door was. The room was pitch-dark; even the faint dimness was of no use.Relying on instinct failed her too. Especially when she had no sense of where she was, how could it guide her?If she had known, she would never have insisted on moving forward after noticing the long passageway. She regretted not bringing her phone with her. Regretted asking the maid for directions. Regretted accepting the errand from Jammy Granny. Regretted coming to this mansion. Regretted walking through the pas

Looking at Joyce, Butler Thomas narrowed his eyes and asked, “You said you knew where she was. So tell us, where was she when the guest went missing?”He had no patience for their little schemes; a pressing matter demanded his full attention as the whereabouts of Miss Lynette remained unknown. “I hope you understand the consequences of lying. Choose your words carefully and make sure you have evidence to back them up.”He cared little for their petty rivalries, as long as they didn’t interfere with the affairs of the mansion. He would not tolerate any conspiracy that could disturb the peace or tarnish the mansion’s reputation all in the name of someone’s greed.“Yes,” Joyce responded, bowing her head as if wronged.She turned to Alice, her eyes apologetic, as if she didn’t want to do this but had no choice.“Sister Alice, why did you enter the master's bedroom on the third floor?” Joyce's voice was soft, yet it was laced with a hint of accusations. She quickly followed up with an ex