Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 19
Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 19 Summary
Larissa deliberately stepped on some shopping bags, showing her disdain for material things and the obsession with brands. Her thoughts were focused on work rather than vanity, and she dismissed the importance of clothes. As she began to leave, Honora whispered a cruel secret—that Larissa was brought back by their parents only to replace Honora and marry Haskell, whom Honora refused to marry because he was disabled.
Larissa responded with sarcasm and confidence, mocking Honora’s bitterness and revealing that she planned to help Haskell recover. She also accused Honora of hiring a fugitive the previous night, which visibly unsettled Honora. Despite Honora’s anger, Larissa remained unfazed and left, leaving Honora seething but following her downstairs.
Later, Sapphira warmly invited Larissa to choose some clothes, showing a caring side as Larissa accepted. Honora, feeling out of place, announced she was leaving, but Larissa coolly warned her to stop humiliating herself by coming around. Honora left silently, while Sapphira expressed concern over what had been said.
Larissa explained Honora’s accusations, which angered Sapphira and Neville. They realized the parents’ plan was to use Larissa as a replacement bride for Haskell. Neville reassured Sapphira that Larissa was their daughter now and vowed to protect her from being used as a substitute, showing a strong family bond and determination to defend Larissa.
Chapter 19
Larissa deliberately stepped on one of the shopping bags, a small smirk playing on her lips. “You’re right,” she said coolly. “Are these clothes supposed to be special? Honestly, I don’t usually bother with things like this.”
Her thoughts were always consumed by her work, leaving little room for vanity. To her, clothes were merely ornaments—worn when necessary, then quickly forgotten. The obsession with brand names seemed utterly ridiculous, almost laughable.
Without another word, Larissa began to make her way down the stairs.
Just then, Honora leaned in close, lowering her voice so only Larissa could hear. “Did you really think Mom and Dad would have brought you back if it weren’t for me?” she whispered, a sly edge in her tone.
Larissa paused mid-step, turning her head slowly. “Oh? Done pretending already?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
A smug smile spread across Honora’s face. “Do you even know why they brought you here?” she challenged.
“Why?” Larissa played along, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“Because I refuse to marry that cripple, Haskell,” Honora spat out, her voice dripping with disdain. “Mom and Dad couldn’t stand the thought of my future being ruined, so they decided to use you as a replacement. Isn’t that just pathetic?” She finished with an exaggerated sigh, clearly enjoying herself.
Larissa’s expression shifted to one of feigned excitement. “Wow, really? That’s fantastic news! The Palmers are such a prestigious family, right? I’d be thrilled to marry Haskell,” she said, her tone light but cutting.
Honora’s taunt fell flat. Larissa showed no sign of being hurt, which only fueled her frustration. Still, she assumed Larissa was just putting on a brave front.
“Great? You don’t even know the truth. Haskell is a cripple now,” Honora added, her voice sharp.
Larissa leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, a cripple? That’s fine. I can fix his legs,” she said softly. “But you—well, you rejected him just because he’s disabled. You’d better hope you don’t regret that when he’s healed.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “By the way, you were the one who hired that fugitive last night, weren’t you?”
At the mention of the fugitive, Honora’s face drained of color.
Larissa shook her head with a sigh. “He was as useless as you are,” she said, her voice thick with disdain. “You should be careful. I’ll be returning that little gift you sent me last night, piece by piece.”
With a light hum, she skipped down the stairs, leaving Honora standing there, fists clenched and eyes blazing with hatred.
After a moment, Honora bent down, gathered the trampled shopping bags, and followed her downstairs.
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“Larissa, come take a look! Which of these outfits do you like? What size are you? Pick a few for now, and I’ll have the boutique send them over tonight. We can go shopping properly tomorrow when you have more time,” Sapphira said warmly, looking up from her tablet as Larissa descended the stairs.
“Okay, thanks, Mommy,” Larissa replied, wrapping her arm affectionately around her new mother’s shoulder before taking the tablet.
Honora, who had quietly followed them down, caught sight of the display and forced a tight smile. “Uncle, Aunt, Larissa, I’ll be leaving now,” she said stiffly.
Neville grunted in acknowledgment. Sapphira glanced up briefly, nodded, and remained silent.
Larissa turned toward Honora with a bright, confident smile. “You might want to stop coming here to humiliate yourself in the future,” she said coolly.
Honora’s smile froze instantly. Without another word, she quickly exited the villa.
Once the door closed behind her, Sapphira looked at Larissa with concern. “What did she say to you?”
Larissa scrolled through the clothing options on the tablet, her voice steady. “The usual provocations. She claimed that Uncle Paxton and Vivica only brought me back to marry Haskell in her place.”
Sapphira’s expression hardened, her gentle eyes now flashing with fierce anger. She exchanged a glance with her husband. “So that was their plan all along! How could they be so heartless?”
Neville wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his voice calm but resolute. “Don’t worry. Larissa is our daughter now. I won’t let her be used as a substitute for their adopted daughter—not on my watch.”
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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