The Book Woman's Daughter: A Novel 소설 & 이야기

She looked at him. At the man who had learned to say the right thing without softening it or dressing it and had just said the most precise version of the thing she needed to hear without being asked to find it. “Go home,” she said softly. He went. She listened to the gate close in the garden. She waited until the street was quiet. Then she went upstairs. She sat at the desk under the window. She opened the notebook to the introduction. She picked up her pen. And in the house on Calloway Street with the stone on the windowsill and the lavender growing in the dark and twenty years of her mother’s thinking above her on the page, Helena Calloway’s daughter began to write the argument her mother

“Yes, ma. Her name was Clara. Her daughter was only five years old.” The woman was shaking, clutching something tightly in her hands — a small, burnt piece of cloth. It looked like it came from a child’s dress. She looked empty, broken, like her soul had burned with her daughter. Tears filled my eyes. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I wish I had come earlier.” The woman didn’t look at me. Her voice came out weak and trembling. “They said the fire started on its own,” she whispered. “No candles, no lamp… just fire. Out of nowhere.”

The woman who’d replaced her wasn’t safe, but she was sure. Her fingers brushed her wrist. The pulse there had steadied into something new. Stronger. Tamer. Hers. She closed her eyes. The rain went on talking against the glass, an old language made of rhythm and patience. Outside, somewhere deep in the city, the streets steamed under the downpour, washing away the stains of someone else’s war. Somewhere, in a room she had not yet entered, men were whispering her name. Telling each other that the Don’s daughter had finally stepped into the weather—that she had become her father’s child in truth, maybe even something more.

I closed the notebook hugged it to my chest and let myself breathe — deep, full, frightening breaths. Breaths that tasted like possibility. Breaths that tasted like rebirth. And it hit me: Maybe this story wasn’t about three brothers. Maybe it was about one woman… finally becoming someone she never believed she had the right to be.

No wonder Riley insisted on having her sleeping here, it was a little girl’s mansion. I heard music talking coming from the back as I approached the house so I followed it. I looked between the cracks of the gate and saw the group of girls dancing and playing in their pajamas. My attention was quickly drawn to August who was talking to a woman. She was stunning and matched the settling of his home. She also looked familiar but I couldn’t place her. Maybe her type was what he was looking for, put together classy businesswoman.

The library is dark—lit only by the moon, with books piled on the floors as opposed to shelves. The scent of dust mixed with books floods my mind with memories of my days here, of how I would run from the world to hide here, in books, where maids working under the queen would find me and spill mop water on me. There was none I could run to; mother never reacted well to news regarding the queen, so I set some books on fire and blamed them to get back at them. They were fired, but more replaced them…and the cycle continued. Being a ‘gold diggers’ daughter is one thing; claiming to be without a wolf and being the homewrecking gold digger’s daughter is another.

"Yes, take care if yourself too. Bye and thanks again for everything" I end the call with a smile on my face. I exited the car and made my way into the store. As I made way down the books aisle I noticed a few grown women staring at me. I ignored it as I checked for the book Kai needed for school. It was just a simple maths for kids workbook. After taking it up and placing it in a basket I went down further. "There she is, the whore that stole my daughter's husband".

I said. She took a deep breath and let it out. “OK, so here’s the thing. Your husband knows who you are. He knows that you are the daughter of the most powerful man in the country, who died mysteriously may his soul rest. He knows that you inherited a fortune from him, but you kept it hidden from everyone, even from him. He’s a very greedy man, and he wants all your money. He hired me to help him get it. He paid me well. I wouldn’t have agreed to do this if he didn’t pay me well.”

The woman nodded, “But then you would find yourself in a lot of trouble with a lot of uncomfortable questions to answer.” “You broke into my home and into my bedroom. I think you'll find that no one will question my actions towards you inside of this room.” He snarled. The woman laughed, completely unconcerned with his threats as she went back to reading the book in her hand and sipping at the drink in her hand. “You know, there’s so many things written in here that could be used against you, Alpha Luke. It’s pretty revealing. If this book were to fall into the wrong hands…”

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