Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 386
“Don’t waste your breath, Haskell. You won’t get to me. My brother and I have always been close,” Faith said, forcing a smile to mask the anger simmering beneath the surface.
Haskell simply replied, “Oh. Is that so? Well, I suppose I’ve laid enough groundwork.”
“What?” Faith asked, confused.
Haskell’s smile vanished completely, replaced by a chilling calm. “It’s time to tie you up.”
Before Faith could react, a silver needle shot out from the armrest of Haskell’s wheelchair, embedding itself in her neck. A sharp sting, followed by a wave of dizziness. She swayed, her body going limp as she collapsed to the ground. Her eyelids grew heavy, but she forced them open to look up at Haskell, who loomed over her.
“Haskell… you dare… kidnap me…?” she slurred. “This is our family estate… Grandpa will find out…”
Haskell’s gaze was as placid as a frozen lake. “I forgot to tell you. The real reason Grandpa is waiting three months to announce the heir is to give me enough time to eliminate all the threats around me. Since you delivered yourself to my doorstep, you’ve saved me the trouble of sending my men after you.”
As his final words registered, Faith’s eyes widened in horror. But her strength failed her, and she succumbed to the darkness.
Haskell ran a finger over a small switch on his armrest, a look of admiration in his eyes. The modifications Larissa had made to his wheelchair were indeed very useful.
“Take her away,” he commanded.
Crispin resumed pushing the wheelchair forward.
A moment later, a bodyguard emerged from the house, bent down, and effortlessly hoisted the unconscious Faith over his shoulder. He carried her away through a side gate of the estate.
Back in his wing of the house, Haskell gave his next order. “Crispin, post men at the main gate. When Thatch returns, give him a beating severe enough to land him in the hospital. I don’t want to see him.”
“Yes, sir,” Crispin replied, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He had long despised Thatch and would have dealt with him personally if not for his relationship with Haskell.
Faith’s driver, Lloyd, dropped Thatch and Valeria at their destination and departed. Thatch used the key Faith had given him to open the door to a small apartment. It was tiny, barely forty square
meters.
Valeria’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “This place is pathetic.”
After three years of living at the magnificent Palmer estate, a place that felt like a royal palace, this was an insult. She closed the door and looked at her father anxiously. “Dad, I can go back to the estate eventually, right?”
Thatch stroked her head and sighed. “The priority right now is finding your brother. I’m afraid Haskell
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Valeria nodded. Yuxderated Dad endured being an outsider for years before I came to the Palmer family. I can handle three OR MORS”
“Good git Thatch said, plead
After setting Valeria in Theth hailed a cab back to the Palmer estate. It was another humiliation; Haskell had even confiscated his car, forcing him to rely on taxis.
The more he thought about it, the more his anger simmered. To be treated like this by his own son! He was going to give Haskell a piece of his mind.
He stormed through the main gate of the estate, only to be stopped by two imposing bodyguards.
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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