Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 36
Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 36 Summary
Vivica is caught off guard when Larissa questions her motives, leading to a tense exchange where Vivica insists that her love for Honora, whom she raised for twenty years, is genuine despite not being her biological daughter. Vivica acknowledges the unfairness of the situation toward Larissa, her biological daughter, but Larissa responds with bitterness and disdain, accusing Vivica of foolishness and hypocrisy. The emotional conflict escalates as Larissa mocks Vivica’s inability to let go of Honora and demands she leave, calling Vivica’s presence poisonous.
The confrontation intensifies when Larissa threatens Vivica with a broom and then uses itching powder against her as punishment for speaking ill of her mother, forcing Vivica to flee the room in pain and frustration. This moment highlights the deep resentment and fractured relationship between mother and daughter, with Larissa showing no willingness to reconcile. After Vivica’s departure, Jett informs Larissa that the master has arranged a formal agreement to sever all ties, inviting her to sign it that evening, which Larissa eagerly accepts.
Meanwhile, Paxton is shocked to learn that Larissa has refused a ten million dollar offer and has even threatened to destroy the family and ruin their sons’ careers. Vivica reveals that Larissa harbors a deep grudge against them for their past inaction regarding her, underscoring the ongoing family strife and the high stakes involved. The chapter ends with the family’s tensions unresolved and the impending formal severance of ties looming.
The question caught Vivica completely off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless.
“Why? What other reason could there possibly be?” she finally managed to stammer, struggling to find the right words. “Larissa, I have raised Honora for twenty years. Even if she isn’t my biological daughter, after all that time, I would have feelings for a dog, let alone a living person.”
She glanced at Honora, who stood quietly nearby, and a small, tender smile crossed Vivica’s lips. Honora was not just any child; she was a daughter she had carefully nurtured, shaping her into someone remarkable—beautiful, thoughtful, and kind. Just the sight of her brought warmth to Vivica’s heart.
“I realize it’s unfair to you, as my real daughter,” Vivica continued, her voice softening with a hint of regret, “but life isn’t fair. Sometimes, you just have to accept bad luck.”
Larissa nodded slowly, her expression grave. “You’re right. It is bad luck. To be burdened with a mother as foolish as you.”
The sharpness of her words stung, but Vivica’s tone softened. “Larissa, I am your mother. I never wanted to give up on you.”
“If you come back,” she added, “I promise to give you the very best I can offer.”
Larissa’s lips curled into a bitter laugh. “You can’t even let go of an adopted daughter. How do you expect to give me your best?”
“Larissa…” Vivica began, but was cut off.
“Leave,” Larissa snapped, her voice cold. “Listening to you is like breathing poisoned air.”
Realizing she was getting nowhere, Vivica’s anger flared once more. “Why was I cursed with such a disobedient child?”
“You’re not leaving?” Larissa asked, turning sharply.
Without hesitation, she grabbed a broom from the corner and waved it threateningly. “Are you going or not?”
Vivica instinctively covered her nose and dodged. “Larissa, you’re delusional! Do you honestly believe Sapphira cares about you?”
Larissa’s patience snapped. She dropped the broom and quickly blew a handful of powder into Vivica’s face.
“Cough, cough…” Vivica gasped, struggling to breathe as an unbearable itch erupted in her throat.
“What did you throw at me?” she demanded, her voice strained.
“Whatever it was, you deserved it for badmouthing my mother,” Larissa spat. “Get out now, or I’ll make sure you lose your voice!”
Though the powder was nothing more than harmless itching powder, it was an effective punishment—just a day of that would be more than enough.
“You…” Vivica tried to speak, but the itching overwhelmed her. Panicked, she snatched up the bank card lying on the floor, hissed, “Ungrateful brat,” and fled the room.
No sooner had Vivica left than Jett appeared quietly.
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“Miss Larissa,” Jett said respectfully, “the master has instructed me to prepare the agreement to sever all ties. If you’re still certain, you are to come to the ancestral hall at eight o’clock tonight to sign it. The master will be there to witness.”
Larissa’s face lit up with a bright smile. “Perfect! Thank you for telling me, Jett.”
—
Meanwhile, Paxton stood in the kitchen, coffee pot in hand, stunned. “She refused ten million dollars?” he asked, disbelief coloring his voice.
A simple country girl who had never handled money before, and she turned down ten million?
Vivica rubbed her sore throat, still raw from the earlier confrontation. “Not only that,” she said bitterly, “she threatened to destroy our family and ruin our sons’ careers.”
Paxton slammed the coffee pot down on the table, shock evident in his eyes. “She actually said that?”
“Yes,” Vivica confirmed grimly. “That wretched girl knows we’ve known about her all these years and did nothing. She holds a deep grudge against us.”
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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