Thornhill Wednesday Novels & Stories

Thorne arrived. ***

" Mark ripped the flower off his chest and looked apologetically at Sharon. "Sorry, Sharon. Claire is mad at me. I have to calm her down." Mark ran out of the hotel, ignoring Sharon's heartbreaking cries. He pulled out his phone to check the news and found out where my wedding with Andy was being held. By the time he arrived, our ceremony had already finished. Since my injury had not fully healed, Andy had driven me back to the Selton Mansion. Mark could not find me in the hotel. He was unwilling to give up, so he went straight to the Seltons to look for me.

But she knew one thing for sure: The heart beneath the thorn was bleeding. And this was only the beginning.

(Brianna) Angelina warned me on Monday afternoon that the mansion would host a major business party on Wednesday night. The event would bring the biggest investors and partners of Thorne Tech to the property. I spent two whole days polishing silver, organizing the main hall, and ensuring every crystal glass was sparkling under the lights of the chandeliers. I was in charge of helping serve the VIP guests, which left my stomach completely twisted with anxiety.

The wedding video that had played on the hall screen was gone before the week ended, stripped from every server it had touched, leaving nothing behind but a few blurry screenshots already buried under newer gossip on three different social accounts. Thorncrest's secrets settled back into the dark where they had always lived. By Thursday, Wrexley Estate ran on its normal schedule. Staff moved through the halls at their usual hours. The kitchen turned out the same meals at the same times. Damon took his morning calls from the desk he'd always used, his voice carrying the same controlled efficiency it carried every other day of every other year. He didn't look like a man who'd just watched some

The face and prestige of the Thorne family were known throughout the city and beyond. After enquiring at the reception, he was directed to Jessica Willows, who had been sent in in the early hours of the morning. Getting there, Ann was seated there, worry and concern etching every corner of her face. But they were both unfamiliar to themselves. Except that Ann recognized Liam Thorne of the Thornes. “... Excuse me. Is this the ward for Jessica Willows?” He asked firmly. “... Yes.” She replied curtly. Liam, without waiting another Second, swung the door open.

Thornhill, insisting she had nowhere else to go. "I’ll get you an apartment," Mr. Thornhill offered gently. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "I want to be here. I feel safe here." "You're not staying here," he snapped before storming off. And so the tension continued for three weeks. Morgan, always on edge. Farrow, trying her best to get his approval. And me, stuck in the middle. I tried to focus on the good things. My due date was getting closer. Morgan and I went to every doctor’s appointment together. He was getting the nursery ready, carefully picking out every detail. It should have been a happy time.

I knew Alpha Sanders was kind, and when Thorne told me his plan, I’d hoped the Alpha would agree. “Good. We’ll hold a meeting soon between the three of us to plan,” Thorne says. “And when are you planning your mating ceremony… or a wedding?” Alpha Sanders asks while standing. Thorne chuckles and stands as well, bringing me with him. They shake hands, then hug as Thorne answers, “We have the date set for a month from now. I will send you a formal invitation when we get them.” After exchanging a few more words, Thorne and I head back to our pack. I don’t say much, just watch the scenery pass by as we drive.

I did not allow myself to draw any conclusions from this. --- The visit from Marcus Thorne was announced on a Wednesday morning, and I spent slightly longer than necessary examining my reaction to the news. Thorne was from the Silverpine Pack—a decent man, capable Alpha, well-regarded in the regional council. I had no professional objection to him. My objection was considerably less professional in nature, which was information I kept to myself and examined in private with the same discomfort I brought to all uncomfortable self-knowledge.

"This is going to be a more intimate gathering. Just a few close friends, I'll have Dimitri come pick you up. Don't forget to pack your books." After packing my essentials for the weekend, a small silver pendant caught my eye and I picked it up carefully. I admired it before I slipped it into a small pouch in the front of my bag and scrolled through messages from my soccer team hoping there wasn't any serious practice. Thorne walked in wearing nothing but a pair of briefs and I looked up, eyebrows raised, as he flopped on the bed next to me. "Dude put a damn shirt on. I don't know why you love wearing your ugly Speedos that show your teenie weenies."