Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 18
Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 18 Summary
Honora arrives at Neville’s house carrying several shopping bags and politely asks to come inside. Neville allows her in after a brief inspection, and Honora spots Sapphira sitting stiffly on the sofa, watching her with guarded suspicion. Honora greets her aunt gently, but Sapphira remains distant. When Honora inquires about Larissa’s whereabouts, Neville directs her to the middle room on the third floor. Sapphira expresses concern about Larissa’s dislike for Honora, but Neville advises her to let Larissa handle the situation herself.
Honora climbs the stairs and knocks on Larissa’s door, offering the bags filled with new clothes she brought for her. Larissa responds coldly and rejects the gesture, making it clear she does not want Honora there. Despite Larissa’s hostility, Honora tries to reason with her, expressing a desire for them to get along and pointing out that their conflict only hurts them both. Larissa bitterly insists that this is a competition she intends to win, implying that Honora will lose.
The conversation escalates as Honora reminds Larissa of the advantages she has due to her parents’ investment and social standing, contrasting it with Larissa’s village upbringing. Honora suggests Larissa should accept her place as a Judson heiress rather than throw it away out of pride. Larissa retorts confidently, challenging Honora’s claim to superiority. Honora, slightly disdainful but resolved, vows to watch closely how Larissa plans to take over the family’s favor and inheritance.
As Honora turns to leave, Larissa abruptly crashes the bags to the floor, scattering their contents. Honora responds with sarcastic sympathy, implying that Larissa likely has never worn expensive designer clothes before, highlighting the ongoing tension and rivalry between them.
Honora stood at the doorstep, balancing several shopping bags in her hands. “Uncle, may I come inside?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with hope.
Neville looked her over carefully for a moment, searching for any sign of trouble, but finding none, he gave a slow nod. “Of course, come in,” he said kindly.
“Thank you, Uncle,” Honora replied with a polite smile, stepping inside the quiet house. Her eyes quickly found Sapphira, who sat stiffly on the sofa, watching her with a guarded expression. Honora returned a gentle smile. “Aunt.”
Sapphira responded with a brief nod, her demeanor cool and distant.
Curious, Honora asked, “Uncle, which room is Larissa in?”
Neville pointed upward. “The middle room on the third floor.”
“Alright, I’ll take these to her now,” Honora said, adjusting the bags as she headed toward the staircase.
Sapphira’s eyes followed her, a flicker of concern crossing her face. “Larissa doesn’t like her. Maybe I should check on them,” she murmured uneasily.
Neville shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Let Larissa handle things. She’s clever and knows how to look after herself.”
Sapphira hesitated, then sighed and picked up her tablet again. “You’re right. Speaking of which, we should get some clothes for Larissa. I’ll contact a boutique and have them send over pictures of their newest collections.”
Meanwhile, Honora climbed the stairs to the third floor and paused before knocking on the middle door. After a brief moment, it creaked open.
Without hesitation, Honora held out the shopping bags. “Larissa, I was worried you might not have a change of clothes, so I brought you some new outfits I haven’t even worn yet.”
Larissa cast a cold glance at the bags and sneered. “If you know I don’t want you here, stop pretending. I don’t need your clothes.”
Honora’s tone remained gentle and sincere. “Larissa, I really want us to get along. Why do you have to be so hostile? This only hurts both of us in the end.”
Larissa laughed bitterly. “Who said this is about both of us? This ends with you losing. Don’t you realize that?”
Honora’s expression hardened, confusion and irritation flickering across her face. Where did Larissa’s boldness come from?
“Larissa, I’m not interested in competing with you,” Honora said, her voice soft but firm. “But what makes you think you can win? Do you understand how much Mom and Dad have invested in me over the years? Heiresses all over Regal City can’t match me. And you—raised in a village—what chance do you have?” Her voice carried a hint of pity. “If I were you, I’d accept Mom and Dad’s offer. You could live comfortably as a Judson heiress. Why throw it all away for pride?”
Larissa’s eyes narrowed. “Oh? So the heiresses in this city aren’t so impressive if they can’t even beat you.”
Honora was momentarily at a loss for words. A flicker of disdain crossed her face. “Hah. You’re certainly confident. Fine. I’ll be watching closely. Let’s see how you manage to kick me out of this house and win over the family to claim your place as the true heiress.”
With that, Honora hung the bags on the doorknob and turned to leave. But just as she took a few steps away, a loud crash echoed behind her. She spun around to see the bags and their contents scattered across the floor in disarray.
Turning back toward the door, her voice dripping with sarcastic sympathy, Honora said, “Larissa, even if you despise me, don’t waste my kindness. After all, you’ve probably never worn such expensive designer clothes before, have you?”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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