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Chapter 161: What are we going to do about them, Victor?

The moment the door closed, Isabella broke.The sobs came from somewhere deep inside her, wracking her entire body. Victor pulled her close, letting her cry against his chest, his hand stroking her hair."What are we going to do about them, Victor?" she cried into his shirt. "What are we going to do? Should we tear them apart? Can we even do that?"Victor was silent for a long moment, his jaw clenched as he stared at the blank hospital wall over his wife's head."Do you think Damien will allow that?" he said finally, his voice low. "Your son is so stubborn, Isabella. He's always been stubborn. You know this.""But they're siblings," Isabella said, pulling back to look at him, her face blotchy and streaked with tears. "Victor, they're siblings. What should we do? They shouldn't be doing this at all."Victor pulled her back against his chest, resting his chin on her head. He didn't have an answer. Not yet."We'll figure it out when you're discharged," he said quietly. "For now, you need

Chapter 162: Why would you want to be with your brother, Lyra?

Instead, she watched as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times.And then it stopped.The silence that followed was deafening.Lyra set the phone down on her chest, her breathing shallow, her mind spinning.The phone rang again thirty minutes later.This time, Lyra picked up immediately."Hello, Mom," she said, her voice small."Lyra." Isabella's voice was tired, weak from the hospital. "Didn't you want to pick up my call earlier?"Lyra's stomach twisted. She could lie. She should lie."I wasn't with my phone when you called," she said quietly. "I'm sorry."There was a pause on the other end. Lyra wasn't sure if Isabella believed her or not."I need you to come to the hospital tomorrow," Isabella said finally. "We need to talk. Both of us.""Okay, Mom," Lyra said."Okay?""Yes. I'll be there tomorrow."Another pause. Then: "Goodbye, Lyra."The line went dead.***The hospital hallway felt longer than it had before.Lyra walked toward her mother's hospital room the next morning, her h

Chapter 163: Find out if anything happened at the estate today

The front door closed behind Lyra with a soft click.She stood in the entrance of the estate, her hands still trembling from the drive back from the hospital. The hallway was quiet, the afternoon light filtering through the high windows casting long shadows across the polished marble floors.Mariana appeared almost immediately, as if she'd been waiting."Welcome home, Miss Lyra," she said gently. "Should I prepare your meal? You must be hungry."Lyra looked at the older woman, at the concern in her eyes, and felt something crack inside her chest again."No, thank you, Mariana," she said quietly. "I don't need anything. I just want to rest.""But Miss Lyra you haven't eaten anything since yesterday""I'm fine," Lyra said, and she knew her voice sounded hollow. "Really. I just need to sleep."Without waiting for another response, she made her way up the grand staircase to her room. Each step felt like it took an eternity. Her legs were heavy. Her entire body was heavy, weighed down by t

Chapter 164: Your mother and I don't accept this

He picked up his phone and stared at it for a moment. Then he dialed a number he knew by heart.His father picked up on the second ring."Damien," his father said, and there was something wary in his tone. Caution. Distance."Father," Damien replied. "I wanted to inform you that I'll be visiting the hospital tomorrow to speak with you and Mother regarding the situation with Lyra."There was a pause."Your mother isn't being discharged until tomorrow evening," Victor said carefully."I'm aware. I'll come in the afternoon. We can talk then.""Damien...""I'll see you tomorrow," Damien said, cutting off whatever his father was about to say. "Let Mother know I'm coming."He ended the call before his father could respond.Then he sat back in his chair and stared out the window at the Manhattan skyline stretched out before him. The city was a living thing, full of movement and energy and people living their lives without knowing what was happening in the lives around them.Lyra was at the e

Chapter 165: You're going to end this madness right now

Damien met his father's gaze steadily."She's not my biological sister," he said again, his voice hard. "I don't see the problem."Isabella made a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a scream."Listen to yourself!" she cried out, her entire body shaking. "Can you listen to yourself? Do you hear how insane you sound?"She tried to sit up, and Victor had to help her, concerned that the emotion was going to trigger another medical crisis."I raised her!" Isabella continued, her voice hoarse from crying. "I raised her for twenty-two years as your sister! So whether you like it or not, she IS your sister, Damien. And what you're doing to her is pure selfishness. You could have had anyone. Anyone in this world. But instead, you chose your own sister because you're so obsessed with control that you can't even see what you're doing to her!"Her voice had risen to a shout, and Damien saw tears streaming down her face, saw the way her whole body was shaking with the force of her emotion.

Chapter 166: Please don't hate me

"Lyra." her father's voice came from behind her, and she turned to see her father emerging from the guest room. His expression was tired, worn down by the weight of everything that had happened. "Go to bed. We'll talk tomorrow. All of us. Together.""But Dad, Mom won't even look at me. I need to explain...""Tomorrow," Victor said firmly, but not unkindly. He put a hand on her shoulder and gently turned her away from Isabella's door. "Tomorrow, Lyra. Right now, your mother needs rest. We all do."He guided her down the hallway toward her room, and Lyra didn't fight him. There was no point in fighting. There was no point in anything anymore.***The room felt smaller than it had before.Lyra closed the door and leaned against it, her breathing shallow. She moved to her bed and sat down, staring at nothing, her mind completely blank.Her phone was on the nightstand, still silent from earlier when she'd turned off the ringer. She picked it up slowly and unlocked it.There was a text mess

Chapter 167: I don't think I can do this again

Damien's first message came at 12:58 AM.DAMIEN: Wait for me. Wait for tomorrow's meeting. Trust me to make this right. Please, Lyra.Lyra stared at the words on her screen, her phone illuminating her face in the darkness of her room.She read them three times. Four times. Couldn't bring herself to respond.His second message came two minutes later.DAMIEN: Lyra? Answer me.Then a third, almost immediately after.DAMIEN: Don't do this. Don't run. Call me.She didn't call. Couldn't call. Didn't know what she would say if she heard his voice.Her phone rang.Damien.She stared at the screen, watching his name flash across it, her entire body trembling. Her thumb hovered over the answer button.She pressed it."Damien," she whispered."Lyra." His voice was sharp, controlled, but there was something underneath it. Something that sounded like fear. Like desperation. Like the mask was finally starting to crack. "Don't hang up.""I...." she started, but the words got caught in her throat.Sh

Chapter 168: How Dare You Talk To Her Like That

The morning light was harsh and unforgiving.It filtered through the dining room windows in sharp rays that seemed to illuminate every crack in the family's foundation, every fracture that had been created over the past few days.Isabella sat at the head of the table, her coffee untouched in front of her. She looked smaller than she had before the hospital. Diminished. Like the weight of everything had physically pressed her down. She was dressed impeccably, as always, but there was no life behind her eyes.Victor was reading the morning paper, though Lyra could tell he wasn't actually absorbing any of it. His hands were slightly trembling as he turned the pages. Karla was eating with deliberate precision, her movements sharp and calculated, her expression carrying that familiar smugness that Lyra had come to hate.None of them looked up when Lyra appeared at the top of the stairs with her suitcase.But the sound of the wheels rolling across the marble floor drew their attention.She

Chapter 169: Lyra Left

The silence that followed was absolute.Victor looked at his daughter, his expression a mixture of confusion, heartbreak, and resignation.Lyra looked at her mother, waiting for her to say something. To tell her not to go. To tell her that everything would be okay.But Isabella kept her eyes on her plate, her jaw still clenched, her shoulders tense.The connection they'd had for just a moment, when her mother had defended her against Karla was gone.Replaced by silence.By distance.By the reality that even a mother's love had limits. That even love could be tested beyond its breaking point.Lyra turned toward the door where the maid was waiting with her suitcase."I'm sorry," she whispered, though she wasn't sure if she was apologizing to her mother or her father or both of them.Victor didn't stop her.He just stood there, watching his daughter leave, and said nothing.***The morning air was cold as Lyra stepped out of the house.Maria was beside her, carrying her suitcase, her exp

Chapter 170: Did she say anything?

Then she lay curled up under the blanket Damien had made sure was the best quality, in the seat he'd made sure was private, on the flight he'd made sure she could afford, and she stared out at the clouds below.And understood, with perfect clarity, that she'd just made the biggest mistake of her life.But it was too late now.The plane was carrying her away, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.***Damien sat inside his car parked ourside the penthouse, his phone in his hand, staring at the message Lyra had sent at 12:47 AM. The one where she'd told him she was leaving. The one he'd responded to with ice in his voice and coldness in every word.He'd meant every word of it.Or he thought he had.A black car pulled up beside him, and Marcus stepped out. His expression was carefully neutral, the look of someone trained to hide emotion.The driver who'd been waiting in the car with Damien exchanged places with Marcus. Marcus got into the backseat where Damien was already sitting

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