Red Mansion Chapter 28 Novels & Stories

Only the maids attended to me but they were not so polite. “You can take my hand,” Halden says, offering his arm like a proper gentleman. I glance at Rylan, unsure. He gives me a single nod, calm and reassuring. I accepted Halden’s hand with a smile. We move through the back of the mansion, not like last time I entered the main mansion. This time we reach another section at the manor. A separate building, creamy caramel walls like the main house, but warmer. More relaxed like a holiday home.

She told him. "Helena is right dad, whatever Aunt Feyre and grandfather wants to use the eternal chaos for us none of our business" Ava told Dustin. "Please let's stop talking about that damned plant" Jayden said. "What are we having for dinner?" Lavender asked Ava. The conversation shifted to talks of dinner. THE NEXT DAY Feyre came to New lanterns pack accompanied by Dreya and Evena. Lily dutifully gave Feyre a manual about how to breed the plant and some seedlings.

“They are going to be so excited to see you. They ask about you every day when I visit.” I knew I should pull my hand away but her small delicate hand had so much strength behind it felt so safe and good in my much larger calloused hand. I didn’t want to let go. We went around the large porch and through a grand flower entrance filled with white flowers and then after finally making it past the very large house and into a huge garden covered in white flowers but now also tents and what felt like every red wolf and every white priestess busily all working together to make a meal. I suddenly realized as Gorm, the red wolf that had been captured and had already sworn an oath to the Mystic

I have to get Chen back. She might think she can manipulate me and use Chen as a pawn in whatever sick game she was playing. But she's wrong. She had no idea what I'm capable of in protecting the people I love. ***** The air hung thick and humid when I arrived at the mansion. I hired a caretaker so it wouldn't look abandoned anymore while I’m living in Dante’s house. As soon as I open the gate, the old oak tree stands tall before me with its branches reaching like skeletal fingers towards the overcast sky. Just then, I spotted someone behind the tree.

His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. A shiver slid down her spine. Without a word, he extended his hand. For a split second, Natasha hesitated. Then, because this was her life now, she placed her trembling fingers in his. His grip was firm, commanding. He didn’t smile. Neither did she. Inside, the mansion was even more breathtaking and even colder. High ceilings stretched into infinity. Crystal chandeliers cast soft light across gleaming marble floors. Expensive art lined the walls; abstract, chaotic pieces she couldn’t begin to decipher.

Ryan then turned to the maid in charge of her mother and ordered her,"Irit, per favore mostrala la stanza degli ospiti e prendersi cura di lei (Irit, Please show her the guest room and do take care of her )," Irit nodded while requesting Maze to follow her. This was the first time for Maze to explore this part of the mansion where the whole Mcmaster family stays except Imogen and his friends. Maze looked around as mesmerized as she was before while staying with Imogen on the other wing of the mansion. Her eyes lingered along with the spacious staircase covered in red velvet, and then the banister curved with wood bedazzled by golden shimmer. The familiar huge chandelier reminded her of some

Vanessa's POV. If there was ever a walk of shame worse than walking out of your own charity gala after slapping your husband and exposing your best friend's pregnancy with his child. It was this. Driving up the driveway of the Roothmoore estate, after three years of silence, with my suitcase in the trunk and my pride shattered like glass. The mansion stood tall, just as cold and proud as I remembered it. A modern fortress made of marble, money, and memories I no longer owned. Two guards opened the gates for me; their eyes widened at me. They were probably shocked that the heiress had returned.

“You shouldn't forget what we agreed so fast. And don't worry. You'll be fine if you do as planned.” Our hands brushed when the car hit a bump. He didn't pull away neither did he look at me. I quickly turned to the window forcing myself to breathe. The mansion rose like something out of a Billionaire's dream. White stones, glass panels catching the sun, garden impossibly perfect. Four years with Diaman, and he has never brought me here. Red flags I ignored then. Grey parked, stepped out, and opened my door. Inside, I could hear laughter, clinking of glasses, and chapter. This wasn't just a welcome party, it was an event. Everyone seemed thrilled at his return.

Dan pretends not to notice the awkward moment, gesturing for me to follow him into the mansion. The interior takes my breath away, though not entirely in a good way. Everything is pristine, expensive, and completely impersonal. Marble floors stretch out beneath my feet, their polished surface reflecting the light from crystal chandeliers above. The walls are adorned with abstract art pieces that probably cost more than my aunt's entire house. My aunt. The thought of her makes my chest ache. While I'm standing here in this palace, she could be anywhere, suffering who knows what at the hands of vampires. And it's all because of me.

It however dawned on me that my legs don't work. Charles opened the door and extended his palm to me. I looked at him, tempted to refuse it but I'm helpless. I'm not sure where this place is but it's a mansion. I don't mean the penthouse type with minimal designs. This is a full-blown mansion straight out of the eighteenth century movies. I allow him to lead me to a double metal door with a passcode bar on top. He ran his fingertip over the sensor and the door opened with a beep.