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You Are A Murderer, Aunt! Back in Andre’s room the tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Andre stood near the far end of his study, one hand braced against the edge of the table, the other clenched tightly at his side. The faint morning light filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor, but it did little to soften the odd feeling in his expression. His jaw was tight. His eyes, darker than usual as it burned with something restless. “I’m telling you,” he said, his voice low but edged with steel, “something isn’t right.” He finally turned to face the man who was in the room with him. A few feet away, Marcus leaned casually against a pillar, though the set of his shoulders betrayed a quiet alertness at the sound of his words . He had been watching Andre long enough to recognize the signs…This was not just anger, This was something deeper but he couldn't understand why Andre wouldn't just let it go. If he was to count, it could've been the

Scared To Come Out Clean.Bella did not move at first as it felt everything was crumbling right down. The door had barely finished closing behind Eleanor when the room seemed to shrink in on itself, the walls pressing closer, the air turning thick and suffocating.Her ears rang. It was faint at first, like a distant hum, but it grew louder with each passing second until it drowned out everything else, every rational thought, every attempt to steady herself.Her hand remained pressed against her stomach, fingers trembling now.“No…” she whispered again, though there was no one left to hear it. “No, no…No, no!’’Her legs felt weak beneath her, and she staggered back until the edge of the chair caught her. She sank into it without grace, her breathing uneven, shallow.How?How did Eleanor know?Her mind raced, scrambling through every moment, every glance, every word she had spoken since she arrived in this house. She searched desperately for the mistake, the one slip that had betraye

I Can Keep Secrets Too.The knock did not come again. Eleanor did not move at first. Her fingers remained curled lightly against the window frame, her gaze still fixed outside.Theo watched her carefully. He knew that silence. There was no hesitation. It was as if to tell him she was done with the conversation.“Enter,” Eleanor said at last, her voice calm .The door opened, and two guards stepped inside. Their movements were calm as they were all fidgety as if they were not expecting him to be there.It wasn't the look on their faces that puzzled him but there was a stiffness to them that did not go unnoticed. They were not here casually. Theo could tell that.Eleanor turned then, her expression already smoothed into something unreadable.“What took you so long?” she asked.One of the guards stepped forward, bowing his head slightly before speaking.“My lady, there is a matter that requires our attention.”Eleanor’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary. She could u

What Truth Costs.Andre did not slow down as he left Bella’s room. He was totally furious. The door had barely shut behind him before his expression shifted completely. Whatever restraint he had held inside there fell away the moment he stepped into the corridor. His jaw tightened, his steps sharp and precise against the polished floor as he moved through the dimly lit hallway.The house was quieter now. Late enough that most had withdrawn into their own spaces, into their own thoughts, and secrets.At that moment he told himself he wasn't going to let this go. He knew exactly where he was going to solve this once and got all and it was Eleanor’s wing.The distance between Bella’s room and Eleanor’s felt shorter than usual, though his thoughts stretched every second into something heavier. Her words echoed in his mind, not just Bella’s, but Eleanor’s too.Andre’s lips pressed into a thin line as he reached Eleanor’s door just as it opened.For a brief moment, both of them still

How To Tame An Old Cat ( 1)Theo did not immediately speak again after stepping into Eleanor’s room. He let the silence fill the room not out of discomfort, but with deep sincere intentionSilence, he had learned long ago, was important in such matters. It revealed more than words ever could but that was if one was patient enough to let it unfold.Eleanor closed the door behind him with a quiet click. The sound settled into the room like a boundary being drawn..Theo took a slow look around, his gaze unhurried as he took everything in observance without being obvious. Nothing had changed. It was still the same carefully controlled space that he had always loved growing up, everything in its place…Except for, well, few things.His fingers tightened slightly around the neck of the wine bottle.“You redecorated,” he said casually, though there was no change at all.Eleanor did not react immediately. She moved past him, her steps smooth as she gestured toward the table.“I didn’t realiz