Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 443
rispin had no time for Thatch’s theatrics.
“You’ll find out what the young master wants when you get there,” he said coldly. “If you don’t want to get hurt again, I suggest you don’t resist.”
“Fine, I’ll go with you!” Thatch didn’t struggle.
Why should he? He wasn’t scared. During his time in the hospital, he’d had plenty of time to think. He’d concluded that Haskell’s recent behavior was nothing more than a childish tantrum, a desperate cry for the love and attention he’d never received. Haskell was simply jealous of the affection Thatch had always shown Draven and Valeria.
It was just like his mother, all her scheming and manipulations had been for the sole purpose of gaining his favor.
Thatch had never liked Haskell’s mother, nor Haskell, the son she’d given him, but if a little
appeasement was all it took to return to his comfortable life, he was more than willing to play along.
An hour later.
“Sir, I’ve brought them,” Crispin announced, motioning for the bodyguards to shove Thatch and Valeria toward the gazebo.
While they had been waiting, a wave of exhaustion had washed over Larissa. She was leaning against one of the gazebo’s pillars, her eyes closed in a light doze as a gentle breeze ruffled her hair. Haskell, seeing her, had carefully taken the blanket from his own lap and draped it over her shoulders
to keep her warm.
At the sound of Crispin’s voice, she slowly opened her eyes, stifling a lazy yawn. Her gaze fell on the newcomers, and a smirk played on her lips.
“Well, look at that. The illegitimate daughter is here too. Perfect. We can deal with them both at once and save ourselves the trouble.”
She stood, returning the blanket to Haskell’s lap. “You do what you need to do, Haskell. I’ll just watch.”
“Alright,” he said softly.
Valeria’s eyes widened in disbelief when she saw her brother kneeling at Haskell’s feet. “Draven!” she shrieked. “What are you doing? Why are you kneeling in front of that cripple?”
Draven’s head snapped around, his eyes wide with terror. “Valeria, shut your mouth if you want to
live!”
Stung by his harshness, but frightened by the look in his eyes, Valeria fell silent. She glanced around nervously, her stomach clenching as she realized how secluded the area was. There wasn’t another person in sight.
A chilling thought crept into her mind: was Haskell really going to kill them?
She began to tremble, clutching at her father’s sleeve for comfort. “Dad…”
1/2
09:38
Chapter 443
Thatch patted her hand reassuringly. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here. I won’t let Haskell hurt you again.”
He then turned to Haskell, his voice sharp with accusation. “Haskell, haven’t you had enough of tormenting your brother? What is the meaning of this? Why did you drag me here?”
Haskell remained unnervingly calm. “Are you angry?” he asked quietly.
“Shouldn’t I be?” Thatch roared, his face purpling with rage. “You ungrateful son! You had your men attack your own father! It’s unforgivable!”
A chilling, mirthless smile touched Haskell’s lips. “Thatch, if anyone has the right to be angry, it’s me. You’ve been lying to me for three years… No, that’s not right. It’s been twenty–one years.”
The three years were just the time he’d spent with the fake Draven. The real deception had begun the moment his true brother was born.
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.
Join Our WhatsApp Channel For Fast Update Or More Novels: 
Join Our WhatsApp Channel For Fast Update Or More Novels: