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Chapter 116: New found obsession
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Rosella stepped into Marcus’s mansion, the heavy doors creaking shut behind her. The quiet of the hall was oppressive, a stark contrast to the chaos it had witnessed earlier. She noticed the broken furniture and shards of glass and the tension in the air lingered like a storm waiting to break.Her shoes clicked softly against the marble floor as she made her way to the living room. Marcus was there, seated on a sleek leather chair by the fireplace. He looked surprisingly composed, his damp hair slicked back from what must have been a long, deliberate bath. His white dress shirt was open at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the corded muscles of his forearms. He swirled a glass of amber liquid in his hand, the firelight casting flickering shadows across his face.When his gaze lifted to meet hers, his expression was unreadable, a mask of calm that only unsettled her further.“You came back” he said, his voice low and smooth, though his lips curved into a smug s
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The days in Marcus’s mansion dragged on for Rosella, every moment a reminder of her captivity. Yet, for Marcus, those same days carried an unexpected weight.It started with small things. He would pass by the library and find her curled up in one of the chairs, a book balanced on her lap, her brows furrowed in concentration. He’d linger in the shadows of the garden while she walked along the flower-lined paths, her hand brushing against the petals absentmindedly. Even her quiet moments like gazing out the window, lost in thoughts seemed to pull his attention like a magnet.But he told himself it was nothing. Just curiosity. Nothing more.One afternoon, as Marcus stood in the hallway, his eyes landed on Rosella in the kitchen. She wasn’t doing anything particularly noteworthy, just brewing tea. The sunlight streaming through the window caught the loose strands of her hair, giving her an ethereal glow. He couldn’t look away.Her movements were deliberate yet graceful, the simple act of
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The sun streamed into the dining room the next morning, casting a golden glow on the polished table and gleaming silverware. Rosella sat alone, pushing her food around her plate. She wasn’t particularly hungry, but the looming presence of Marcus’s staff watching her every move made her feel obligated to eat.She picked up a piece of toast, forcing herself to take a bite, when a sudden wave of nausea hit her like a punch to the gut. Her face paled, and her stomach churned violently.Without a word, she dropped her fork and bolted from the room, her silk robe billowing behind her as she rushed to the nearest restroom.Emma, who had been lingering nearby under the guise of overseeing the staff, raised an eyebrow. She’d been watching Rosella closely ever since Odessa’s warning to keep an eye on Marcus. Seeing Rosella’s abrupt departure piqued her curiosity, and she followed, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor.Rosella barely made it to the sink in time. She gripped the edges, h
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The morning light filtered into the lavish estate, bathing the corridors in a soft golden manner. Rosella sat by the window in the library, flipping aimlessly through the pages of a book. She wasn’t reading, she just needed something to keep her hands occupied as her mind swirled with frustration.Her peace was interrupted when Marcus appeared, his footsteps deliberate but hesitant. He stood by the doorway and had his hands shoved in his pockets. For once, he looked… unsure of himself.“I wanted to apologize for last night,” he said gruffly with his gaze flickering to her briefly before landing on the floor.Rosella didn’t look up. “Don’t bother. It doesn’t change anything.”He sighed and stepped closer, his tone shifting. “I mean it, Rosella. I—”“Save it” she snapped, finally shutting the book and turning to face him. “You’re only apologizing because you feel guilty. It doesn’t erase what you did”Marcus frowned, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “Fine. You want honesty? I
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Franklin stared at the headline on Mirable’s phone, his face a storm of anger and his jaw tightened, he pushed back his chair abruptly while his legs scraping loudly against the floor.“That spoiled brat thinks he can play games,” he muttered, standing to leave.Mirable grabbed his wrist, her voice sharp. “Franklin, stop. You’re not in any position to interfere in my life.”Franklin turned to her, his icy demeanor replaced by something raw and pained. “Not in any position? Mirable, you’re not just some—”“Don’t” she interrupted with a tone that cracked slightly as she looked away. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”She brushed past him “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t. This is my mess to deal with”He hesitated, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “You’re seriously going to let him manipulate you like this?”Mirable stopped in her tracks, her shoulders grew tense. “I can handle Mitch,” she said quietly but firmly, before walking away and leaving Franklin st
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Mirable yanked her hand free from Mitch’s grip, her eyes blazing with defiance. “What the hell are you talking about, Mitch? I’m not your fiancée!”Mitch’s mother, a woman of commanding presence and sharp eyes, raised an eyebrow as she studied Mirable. Her expression was carefully controlled, but her displeasure seeped through her tone. “Mitch, what is this nonsense? You didn’t think to consult me before such an announcement?”Mirable stepped back, trying to steady her breathing. She refused to be drawn into whatever game Mitch was playing. “Mrs. Stanford,” she began, her voice steady but firm, “I don’t know what your son is trying to pull, but I am not engaged to him.”Mitch leaned casually against the armrest of a nearby chair, unbothered by her protests. “You’ll have to forgive Mirable,” he said with mock sincerity. “She’s still adjusting to the idea. But I’m certain she’ll come around soon enough.”Mirable turned to him, her voice rising with anger. “I am not adjusting, Mitch. I’m
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Donovan sat in the dimly lit study long after Franklin had left. The letter from Marcus lay on the desk before him, its sharp words etched into his mind. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his dark hair, frustration bubbling beneath his calm exterior.Marcus wasn’t just toying with him. This was a challenge, a dare that was impossible to ignore. And Donovan hated being cornered.By morning, Donovan had a plan. He ordered Franklin to gather a small team, people he trusted without question. They would scout Marcus’s estate and find Rosella’s exact location. But his mind was heavy with the thought of the Ledger.It wasn’t just a book. The Ledger contained secrets that could dismantle families, crush empires, and ruin legacies. If Marcus got his hands on it, the consequences would be devastating.As the hours passed, Donovan kept himself busy. His movements were precise, but his mind kept drifting back to Rosella. He wondered if she was scared, angry, or even thinking of
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The rain poured relentlessly, a thunderous symphony that matched the turmoil in Mirable’s chest. She tried to wrest her hand free from Mitch’s grip, but his hold was firm. His face was a picture of regret, drenched in rainwater and guilt.“Let go, Mitch!” she shouted, her voice sharp, raw.“Mirable, please, just listen!” Mitch’s voice cracked with desperation.Suddenly, a hand shot out of the downpour, grabbing Mitch’s wrist and forcing it away from her. The strength of the grip made Mitch stumble, and Mirable gasped as the figure stepped into view.It was Franklin.“You heard her,” Franklin growled, his voice low and menacing. “She told you to unhand her.”Before Mitch could react, Franklin’s fist connected with his jaw in a brutal punch, the sound of the impact cutting through the rain. Mitch staggered back, clutching his face as blood dripped from his lip.“Franklin, stop!” Mirable cried, her shock evident.Franklin wasn’t done. He grabbed Mitch by the collar, lifting him slightly
