Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 39
Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 39 Summary
Larissa is confronted by a man she believes to be Finley, the eldest son of the Paxton family. Despite a faint resemblance to Leopold, Finley’s demeanor is cold and ruthless, contrasting with Leopold’s arrogance. Larissa, focused on arranging herbs on the ground, speaks to him with a calm but distant tone, making it clear she no longer considers herself his sister and shows no respect for him.
Finley is angered by her dismissive attitude and accuses her of mistreating Honora, including demanding her departure from the family and even slapping her. In response, he deliberately crushes some of Larissa’s precious herbs underfoot, provoking a sharp reaction from her. Larissa rises fearlessly to confront him, ignoring his accusations and instead offers him a chance to restore the destroyed herbs, a suggestion that Finley finds audacious and laughable.
When Finley mocks the value of the crushed plants, calling them worthless weeds, Larissa shocks him by revealing their enormous worth—at least fifty million dollars—and recounts how their mother had tried to buy her loyalty for ten million, which she refused. Finley’s frustration grows as Larissa presses him on how he intends to pay for the damage.
Larissa challenges Finley further, implying that if he cannot pay with money, he will have to pay with something else—specifically, the foot he used to destroy her plants. Her bold stance and unwavering gaze leave Finley unsettled, highlighting the tension and conflict between them.
The man standing before Larissa appeared to be in his mid-twenties. There was a faint resemblance to Leopold, yet where Leopold carried an air of arrogance, this man radiated a chilling coldness and ruthless intent. If Larissa’s instincts were correct, this had to be Finley, the eldest son of Paxton.
Without lifting her gaze from the herbs she was carefully arranging on the ground, Larissa spoke in a flat, measured tone. “I am Larissa, daughter of the Judson family, yes,” she confirmed. “But if you came here to find me, you should already know I’m no longer your sister. So, what is it you want?”
Finley watched her closely, noting how absorbed she was in her task, deliberately ignoring his presence. Leopold had not exaggerated—this sister of his was remarkably arrogant, showing him no respect whatsoever.
“Do you realize who I am, and this is how you treat me?” Finley’s voice was tight with barely contained anger.
Larissa finally glanced up, her eyes sharp and dripping with disdain. “Tsk. With the kind of attitude your family has, I’d treat your parents the same way. What kind of welcome were you expecting?” She let out a short, mocking laugh.
Finley’s entire expression hardened, the coldness in his eyes deepening. Now it was clear—this so-called sister didn’t deserve even the smallest shred of courtesy.
“I was away on business,” he said, stepping closer, “but Leopold told me that the moment you arrived, you demanded Honora leave the family. And yesterday, you even slapped her. Is that true?”
Without hesitation, he deliberately stepped on a fresh bundle of her herbs, grinding his shoe into them until they were reduced to dust.
Larissa’s hands froze. Her eyes flared with a dangerous spark as she finally met his gaze fully. He looked down on her as if she were a mere insect he could crush without effort.
Slowly, she rose to her feet, meeting his stare squarely, unafraid. She ignored his question. “I’m going to give you a chance,” she said, her voice steady and emotionless.
Her unwavering gaze seemed to unsettle him for a moment.
“A chance for what?” he asked, skeptical.
“To restore the herbs you just destroyed,” Larissa replied calmly.
Finley stared at her in disbelief for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Leopold was right. You really are… audacious.”
The idea of him replacing a crushed weed was utterly ridiculous. His amusement faded as quickly as it had come, replaced by a cold, hard glare.
“And what if I refuse?” he challenged, raising his foot again, ready to crush another plant.
Larissa didn’t flinch or move to stop him. “Do you even know what those two plants you just stomped on are worth?” she asked, her tone cool and measured.
“They’re just weeds. Worthless, just like you,” Finley sneered.
“At least fifty million dollars,” Larissa said without hesitation. “At a Regal City auction, each would start at ten million.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy and deliberate.
“Your mother came to me this morning with a ten-million-dollar offer to buy my loyalty,” she continued, voice unwavering. “I refused. Because to me, ten million dollars is worth less than a single one of my herbs.”
Finley’s eyes darkened, his expression growing colder. “I didn’t come here to listen to your nonsense.”
“So how will you pay?” Larissa pressed on, her voice calm but firm. “Cash or bank transfer?”
“Larissa!” he snapped, frustration evident in his tone.
“You don’t want to pay?” she said, her eyes scanning him from head to toe with a hint of challenge. “That’s a shame. If you can’t pay with money, you’ll have to pay with something else.”
Her gaze lingered on the foot he had used to crush her herbs. “We’ll take the foot you used to destroy my plants. Though I doubt one of your feet is worth that much…”
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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