Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 54
Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 54 Summary
In this chapter, Crispin harshly condemns Draven, calling him a wolf in sheep’s clothing and recounting how Zoltan, influenced by a fortune teller’s warning, wanted to cast Draven out. Crispin highlights that despite Haskell’s efforts to help Draven avoid homelessness, Draven repaid him with betrayal, blaming Haskell for his exile and even attempting to kill him to claim the heirship of the Palmer family.
Haskell is deeply affected by Crispin’s words, feeling the sting of his brother’s hatred and betrayal. The bond between the brothers is irreparably broken after Draven’s violent attempt on Haskell’s life. Meanwhile, Valeria expresses her anguish over Haskell’s harsh treatment and her desire to claim her rightful place as Zoltan’s daughter, seeking reassurance from Draven that her time will come once he secures the heirship.
Draven comforts Valeria, promising to carefully and quietly remove Haskell from the picture so that Valeria can step forward officially as a Palmer. Both are filled with hatred and determination, aware that Zoltan has yet to name an heir and that Haskell’s current condition as a cripple makes him an unlikely choice, giving them hope for their plan’s success.
Later, Larissa deals with the emotional weight of a disownment agreement, finding some comfort in a bath. Her pet snakes, each with distinct talents, bring a touch of levity to the scene: Snowy retrieves a red cell phone and earns praise, while the other snakes, Shadow and Sage, have their own unique roles, adding a subtle contrast to the tense family drama unfolding around Larissa.
Chapter 54
“That Draven is nothing but a wolf disguised in sheep’s clothing,” Crispin said sharply, his voice laced with bitterness. “When the fortune teller warned that he brought bad luck, Zoltan was determined to cast him out. If it weren’t for your constant pleading, he’d still be wandering the streets, homeless and forgotten. And how does Draven repay your kindness? By blaming you for his exile and then trying to kill you just to snatch your place as heir!”
Haskell’s smile vanished, replaced by a tense silence as his fingers tapped nervously on the armrest of his wheelchair.
Crispin’s words hit him harder than he expected. The pain of realizing his own brother’s deep-seated hatred was almost unbearable. How could Draven despise him so completely? Was it all just about the title of heir to the Palmer family? If Haskell had known from the start how fiercely Draven coveted that position, as the elder sibling, maybe he would have stepped aside willingly.
But now, after Draven’s attempt on his life, any brotherly bond had been shattered beyond repair.
As Haskell’s figure disappeared down the hallway, Valeria’s voice broke the heavy silence, sharp and bitter. “Who does he think he is, hitting me and telling me I’m not a Palmer? I’m Dad’s real daughter! Bro, when will it be time for me to finally claim who I truly am?”
Draven glanced away from Haskell’s retreating back and gave Valeria’s shoulder a reassuring pat. “You have to be patient, Valeria.”
She turned to him, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “How can I be patient? Did you hear how he spoke to me? The way he looked down on me—it’s unbearable!”
Draven’s hand moved gently to brush her hair back from her face. “Just a little longer. Once I’ve fully taken Haskell’s place as heir and dealt with him quietly, you’ll be able to step forward as Valeria Palmer, officially.”
Gripping his hand tightly, Valeria’s tears flowed freely down her cheeks. “Yes. You have to get rid of Haskell for me.”
“I promise,” Draven sighed deeply. “I will make him pay for what he’s done to you. But we have to be careful. Haskell probably suspects me already. We can’t rush this; we need a solid plan.”
Hatred flared in Valeria’s eyes. “Haskell’s got nine lives like a cat. I can’t believe we didn’t finish him last time!”
Draven’s voice softened, trying to calm her. “Regardless, Zoltan still hasn’t named an heir, which means he’s undecided. That’s already half the battle won.”
Valeria nodded, her face hardening with resolve. “He’s crippled now. Zoltan isn’t foolish enough to choose a cripple as the Palmer heir.”
“Exactly,” Draven said, a confident gleam shining in his eyes. “Just hold on a little longer, Valeria. Our moment is coming.”
Later, in the quiet sanctuary of her room, Larissa slid the disownment agreement into the drawer of her desk. The weight of the decision settled heavily on her shoulders, but she sought solace in a long, soothing bath.
As steam filled the air, her pet snake Snowy slithered gracefully through the open window, a bright red cell phone entwined in its tail. It deposited the phone gently beside Larissa.
Drying her hair with a soft towel, Larissa smiled and praised, “Good job, Snowy!”
Encouraged by the compliment, Snowy lifted its head proudly, tracing a few elegant circles across the bed before slinking off to show off to its companions, Shadow and Sage.
Each of her three little snakes had their own unique talent. Shadow was a master at surprise attacks and delivering venom. Snowy excelled in tracking and retrieving objects. And Sage? Well, Sage’s role was simply to be irresistibly adorable.
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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