Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 17
Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 17 Summary
Honora is frustrated and angry after learning that the man she hired to handle Larissa has failed to contact him since the previous night. She berates him for being incompetent, especially since Larissa’s presence nearly caused her to be thrown out of the Judson house. The man pleads to find another solution, but Honora warns him to stay low to avoid suspicion falling on her, as Larissa is already at the Judson estate.
Honora reflects bitterly on how her carefully laid plan to blackmail Larissa with incriminating footage has fallen apart. She had intended to prevent Haskell from developing feelings for Larissa by using the video as leverage, but now everything is ruined. Her frustration deepens as she recalls how distant and cold Haskell has been since their engagement was announced, and how his injury has complicated their union. Honora feels that Larissa, a wild and reckless girl abandoned for years, is threatening to replace her in the Judson family’s favor, shattering her dreams.
Remembering her own achievements and ambitions, Honora feels the weight of her lost future. She had been a gifted and accomplished young woman with plans to study abroad and secure a prestigious life. But now, those plans are on hold because of Larissa’s interference. Despite this, Honora resolves to become a dangerous enemy within the Judson household, determined not to let Larissa’s victory go unchallenged.
Outside the Judson estate, Honora lingers near the front door carrying luxury shopping bags. Sapphira notices her and offers to check on her, but Neville steps forward instead. He recalls Honora’s earlier hostility toward Sapphira but approaches cautiously, asking why she is there. Honora softens and explains that she brought new clothes for her sister, who has just arrived and might not have suitable attire. Neville senses the tension in her words but leads her inside without further comment.
Chapter 17
The voice on the other end crackled with frustration and urgency. “No, I haven’t been able to get hold of him since last night,” the man admitted, his tone tight with annoyance.
“What?!” Honora snapped sharply, her anger bubbling to the surface. “What kind of useless idiot did you hire for this job?”
The man’s voice was defensive, yet tinged with regret. “He told me the guy was a fugitive—someone who had assaulted more than a dozen girls. I assumed he was a professional, someone who could handle the situation. I never imagined he’d be so incompetent that he couldn’t manage just one woman.”
“Useless!” Honora spat out, her voice rising. “Today, I was nearly thrown out of the Judson house because of that wild bitch, Larissa! If I get kicked out, don’t expect me to give you another penny!”
“No, no, wait! I swear, I’ll find another way!” the man pleaded desperately.
Honora’s voice turned cold and sharp, slicing through the tension. “She’s already at the Judson estate. If you make a move now, do you want the entire family to start suspecting me?”
“So, what do we do?” the man asked, panic creeping into his voice.
Honora’s gaze drifted towards the east villa across the street, her eyes narrowing. “It looks like your man has run into trouble. You need to lie low for a while. Make sure no one can trace this back to either of us.”
“I understand,” he said reluctantly.
With that, Honora ended the call, tossing her phone onto the bed with a frustrated sigh.
Useless. Absolutely useless. He hadn’t been able to handle a single, simple task.
Her plan had been flawless in theory: have someone assault Larissa and capture it all on video. That footage would have been the perfect weapon for blackmail, a guarantee that Haskell would never develop feelings for Larissa. But now, everything had crumbled.
Honora closed her eyes and took a slow, steadying breath, trying to quiet the storm of rage inside her. Then, she reached for her phone again and opened the chat with Haskell. The last message she had sent was from yesterday morning at eight o’clock.
[Haskell, how are your legs feeling?]
There had been no reply.
Since their engagement was announced, she had been the one to initiate nearly every conversation. His responses were always brief, polite, and distant, as if speaking to her was a tiresome obligation. But the Judsons were a powerful family, and their union was meant to be a strategic alliance—so it was only natural that she took the lead.
If Haskell hadn’t been injured in that accident, Honora would never have allowed such a perfect match to slip through her fingers. He was destined to become head of the Palmer family, and he was undeniably handsome. Marrying him was supposed to secure her future, a brilliant path paved with success and prestige.
But now, he was crippled.
How could she have let this marriage fall into the hands of Larissa—a wild, reckless girl who had been abandoned for twenty years—thinking she could replace Honora in the Judson family’s affections?
How utterly naive.
Honora’s mind raced through the years of effort she had poured into her life. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was a prodigy in music, chess, literature, and painting. Fluent in multiple languages, she had won countless awards and had been accepted into Regal City’s most prestigious arts university at just sixteen years old. Her plan had always been to study abroad after graduation, to broaden her horizons and secure her place in the world.
But now, because of that wild girl, all her dreams were on hold.
Fine. Let Larissa think she had won. Soon enough, she would realize she had made a dangerous enemy inside the Judson household.
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Outside the Judson estate, Sapphira noticed Honora lingering near the front door. The younger woman clutched several shopping bags from luxury brands, her expression torn between hesitation and resolve.
Sapphira nudged her husband gently. Neville glanced over, his brow knitting in concern.
“I’ll go see what she wants,” Sapphira offered, setting down her tablet.
“No, I’ll go,” Neville interrupted, stepping forward. He hadn’t forgotten the venomous look Honora had shot at his wife earlier. His tone was firm but cautious as he approached. “Honora, what are you doing here?”
Honora hesitated, her voice softening as she addressed him. “Uncle… I was worried that since my sister just arrived, she might not have any suitable clothes. I brought some of my new things—ones I haven’t even worn yet—for her.”
Neville studied her for a moment, sensing the conflict beneath her words, but said nothing as he led her inside.
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