Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 40
Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 40 Summary
Finley’s patience finally broke as he angrily grabbed Larissa by the collar, threatening to kill her if she said another word. Instead of showing fear, Larissa responded with a wicked smirk and a bold warning that Finley might die before harming her. This only intensified Finley’s rage, and he called in four bodyguards to seize her. Larissa didn’t resist as they roughly took her away, pushing her into a waiting car that sped off.
Watching from a window, Honora smiled with satisfaction, pleased that Finley had reacted so fiercely to Larissa’s provocation. She recalled how Finley had once violently dealt with a boy who had harassed her in middle school, showing just how merciless he could be. Honora wondered if Larissa would face similar harsh punishment for daring to slap her.
After two hours, the car stopped at an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. The bodyguards dragged Larissa inside, where Finley followed and locked the heavy doors behind them. He warned her that no one would ever find out what happened there. Larissa, though taken aback by the cruelty, remained defiant and even amused by the isolated setting.
Finley made it clear that unlike Leopold, he preferred action over words and offered Larissa a cruel form of mercy: she had to kneel before Honora, apologize, and slap herself a hundred times to be allowed to leave. Larissa, with a sardonic smile, reminded him that she was his real sister and questioned whether he truly wanted to be so harsh to his own flesh and blood just to protect an adopted girl. The chapter ends with a tense silence, highlighting the deep conflict between them.
Finley’s patience finally snapped like a brittle twig underfoot. Without warning, he lunged forward, grabbing Larissa firmly by the collar. “One more word from you, and I swear I’ll kill you!” he hissed, his voice low and dangerous.
But instead of fear, Larissa met his furious gaze with a wicked smirk. “Finley,” she said coolly, “I’m afraid you might be the one who dies long before you even get the chance to harm me.”
Her boldness only fueled his anger. Finley took a slow, steadying breath, trying to rein in the storm inside him. “You’re the kind of person who won’t stop until you’re broken, aren’t you? Men like you,” he spat bitterly.
At his sharp command, four burly bodyguards stormed into the courtyard, quickly encircling Larissa.
“Grab her. Take her away,” Finley ordered, his voice cold and final.
Two of the guards moved in without hesitation. Larissa didn’t resist; she stood perfectly still, almost amused, as they led her out of the villa and roughly shoved her into a waiting car.
The vehicle roared to life and sped away into the distance.
Meanwhile, from the window of the west villa, Honora watched the entire scene unfold with a slow, satisfied smile curling her lips. She had predicted that Leopold, in his fury, would rush to Finley and spill everything. What surprised her was just how deeply Finley cared for her—he had acted swiftly and personally to deal with Larissa.
Unlike Leopold, whose punishments rarely went beyond angry words or minor scuffles, Finley was merciless.
Honora’s mind drifted back to middle school, when a boy had dared to catcall her and touch her arm. Upon hearing about it, Finley had arranged for the boy to be kidnapped and had his hands broken. A hefty sum had ensured the problem vanished without a trace.
Larissa had dared to slap her across the face. Honora wondered, with a cold gleam in her eyes, if Larissa would escape punishment so easily this time.
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Two hours later, the car screeched to a sudden halt. The bodyguards yanked Larissa out and roughly shoved her into an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town.
“Get inside!” one barked.
Larissa stumbled forward but quickly regained her balance. She glanced around with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. They’d brought her to such a desolate, isolated place. Clearly, they were serious.
She had always known how much her so-called family adored Honora and had no love for her. But she hadn’t expected them to be this cruel. The realization made the two decades of suffering she had endured sting even more bitterly.
She needed to release some of this pent-up frustration.
Finley ordered two men to guard the entrance while he and the remaining two bodyguards followed Larissa inside, closing the massive, rusted factory doors behind them with a heavy clang.
“No one will ever know what happens to you here,” Finley said, stepping closer, his cold gaze locking onto her fearless expression.
“Indeed,” Larissa replied with a chilling smile. “This is the perfect place. No one will ever find out.”
Finley’s eyes were like shards of ice. “I’m not like Leopold. I don’t waste time with patience. I prefer action over words.”
“Oh?” Larissa’s tone was mocking, almost playful.
“But since you are, technically, my sister,” Finley continued, his voice dripping with condescension, “I’ll show mercy. I’ll give you one chance. Kneel before Honora and apologize. Then, slap yourself a hundred times. Do that, and I’ll let you walk out of here today.”
Kneel and apologize? Slap herself a hundred times? So that was his idea of mercy. How utterly enlightening.
Larissa looked up at him, a sardonic smile tugging at her lips. “You do remember I’m your real sister, right? Are you sure you want to be this cruel to your own flesh and blood, just to protect an adopted girl?”
The tension in the air was thick, and the silence that followed was almost deafening.
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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