Red Mansion Chapter 28 Novels & Stories

There was no chance in this life that I’d ever see Samuel’s face or hear his voice again. “Audrey, wait!” Charles called from behind us and tried to catch up. Chelsea and I stopped. “Charles.” He was still panting when he reached us. “Can I speak with you?” “Yes, of course. What is it?” “I know it’s a bad time,” he breathed, “but can we talk?” “I was planning on giving this day a break, Charles.” “I know. I know, as I said, this might be a bad time but hear me out. This is about the mansion. There’s been a change—”

I look away and walk out the door. I walk past his office , slowly creeping. I realized then that there is no one on this floor – this means they are downstairs. I start rushing , I start running downstairs. Instead of walking going through the front door which is near the hall , I rush to the back door which is deserted because of the ball. As soon as I feel the nights air hit my skin , I start running. The pain and the anger fuels me , and my legs start running which leaves the mansion in a distance. However , when I reach the the mansions gate I see the gate keeper. He looks at me with strange calculating eyes . I see him take his hand to his mouth , and speaks into his sleeve – there I k

I’d hoped for a miracle, not a delay. Still, a night was better than nothing. I nodded silently. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me,” Henry said. “You’ll have to earn it.” He turned to lead the way, and I followed — down the long hallway where every step echoed faintly. The mansion was vast, more like a museum than a home. Glass walls revealed gardens lit by moonlight, and tall paintings of men who looked as if they hadn’t smiled in centuries hung on the walls. “This place,” I murmured, “it’s beautiful… but lonely.”

. ------ Chapter 9: Unshackled The mansion's atmosphere had shifted. It wasn't merely tension anymore; it was a palpable dread—thick and oppressive, akin to the air before a tempest. This dread seeped into my bones, making the walls seem as though they were listening. Every door creaked louder. Shadows lingered longer. And somewhere deep within the house, Ethan watched. Christopher and I maintained our secret, but the fear of discovery intensified daily. Our encounters became brief, hurried, stolen moments in stairwells or behind the greenhouse's tall hedges. Each touch felt like we were tempting fate to bring everything crashing down.

“Says the girl who lied about a bear attack. And for the record, I don’t forgive lies, so you should never consider it again. Are we clear, Red?” “My name’s Venus. Not Red,” I muttered, letting out a light scowl. “Are we clear?” He grounded out, eyes sharp. “We are.” “Good, and I’ll call you whatever I wish.” These were his final words before he tugged me by the arm and led us into the intimidating mansion that screamed of wealth and sophistication. In fact, the whole place was astonishing, even beyond the Alpha’s home in the Whitefang pack. From the vast garden that framed the bold architecture, filled with exotic flowers and a grass lawn, it looked like a page cut out from one of those hig

,, Taapur Murmured excitedly and looked around the surrounding What is there ? ..... ,, Curiosity ran in her body and her feets automatically marched towards the other half of the mansion She walked and stood near the big door and with shaking hands , She pushed the massive door and her vision turned blurry for few seconds due to the SCARLET twist that send thousands of chills to her Her feet didn't stopped but continued to move inside as her heart drummed nonchalantly Everything was SCARLET inside the second half of the mansion There was a scary feeling that chaos in her .

I said. "Pardon?" He looks confused of what I said. I chuckled. "I'm just going to be quick, I'm just gonna dump my bad mood inside and leave." I winked when I saw his face reddened, I think he realized what I mean. I turned around and walked elegantly to the entrance of the mansion. There was a knight guarding the door, holding lots of invitation cards. When his eyes found mine, he immediately bowed after I gave him the invitation card. The whole mansion was dazzling with chandeliers, I think it's all made of real gold. How can I forget that aside from being a snake, Madolina's family is a corrupt who stole all the money from the taxes of the commoners.

The man in front asks, "You good, Chuck?" "Yeah, I'm fine," Chuck says, shrugging off the helping hand roughly. "Just trying to help, man." "Keep your hands to yourself." After what seems like an eternity, we wind into a... Mansion. Not what I was expecting. Maybe a shady warehouse or some kind of illicit, underground holding, yes, but not this soaring Mediterranean structure oozing with flashy wealth and luxury . What would they need two girls of questionable sanity for? The question is answered once we step into the foyer.

Her jaw dropped to see the mansion more beautiful than she could imagine. "I am sorry but isn't it too rich for an officer?" Red asked Harry. "Come in. Mr Grave is waiting for you." He replied, avoiding her question. "Are you sure he is an officer and not a businessman?" She asked but Harry just took her inside without answering her questions. She entered the mansion embellished with precious decors and an admirable architect. She walked inside, looking here and there in awe and saw a maid there. "Why am I here?" Red asked.

A man spoken of with warmth, respect… affection. Someone important. “Is he staying long?” I asked, unsure why my voice felt tight. Stephen shrugged. “Depends. You know Jack is always moving.” Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist. By evening, the mansion had transformed. Silver and black draped every surface. Candlelight flickered against marble. Music floated softly through the halls. Masks hid identities, but not power—this was wealth dressed as mystery. I stood in my room, staring at my reflection.