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WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 83
The evening was heavy with stillness, except for the distant thrum of the city outside the estate. A storm gathered on the horizon, churning dark clouds piled beyond the reach of sight, reflecting the turmoil that stormed within.In the grand hall of the Carlston estate, Vandaulf leaned in his chair, tight, his mind in an uproar. Wounds ached, but naught, naught to that tempest of emotion that ravaged within his brain.Lily—no, Ina—fell further into perdition.And he did not have a clue to how to extricate her from it.A door slammed behind her, and there was the quiet, introspective step upon the marble floor.Helena Carlston.His grandmother.The only one who ever truly loved him.She came to him with quiet, steady pace, and yet tonight Vandaulf sensed an edge of urgency in her stride."Vandaulf," she breathed, scanning him with her cold-eyed stare. Her gaze relaxed as she looked at the puffing of bruise down the curve of his jaw. "My dear boy."She sat down next to him, holding his
Last Updated : 2025-04-03WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 84
The sterile antiseptic smell wafting heavy in the air suffocated, seeming poisonous against the moral hurricane seeping into the hospital room. Lily lay stiff in bed, trembling hands clasped over a thin, almost invisible blanket covering her lap. Something had happened within the last few hours, roaming on and on in her mind-hurting, humiliating, and absolutely perplexing. Vandaulf stood by the windowpane, his silhouette cut into the city's soft light. His arms were crossed, muscles knotted with hidden control. The normally serene mask he wore as armor was now broken, and the storm within was revealed. Brenna opened the door, its hinges creaking an ominous sound that indicated its impending death. She furrowed her brows, walked straight past Vandaulf with a quick glance, then made her way straight to Lily. Brenna's feet were stubborn, but they finally moved her closer to Lily.Brenna: "Lily, honey. how are you?"Lily's eyes were glued to the floor, and her voice was so low; it was li
Last Updated : 2025-04-04WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 85
The patter of rain had reduced to a murmur. Dawn had come to the city, dark and wintry, the sky still sodden with grays. Down in the streets outside the hospital, people crawled like ants—busy, directed—but in Lily's room, time stood still.She was curled on the bed, knees wrapped to her chest, Vandaulf's sweatshirt over the skimpy hospital gown. Her hair clung damp, in tangles to her face. She was younger than she had looked before, fragile in a way that Vandaulf hurt just to gaze at.Vandaulf leaned against the door, arms crossed firmly. Not with anger. With restraint.Trauma psychologist Dr. Alan Reyes had pulled over a chair. No white coat for him, just a serene demeanor and a pad of paper. Helena was in the corner, motionless, watching each flicker on Lily's face. Brenna waited in the hall outside, not able to sit more than a few minutes before she collapsed in tears.Dr. Reyes looked at Lily with kindness. "When did you first realize you knew Ina?Lily's voice was gentle, brittl
Last Updated : 2025-04-06WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 86
The room's walls, though just too white, made Lily feel like she was spilling shadows into a picture that was never ever going to hold her. The throb behind her eyes was echoed in the slow and steady tick of the clock. The faintest hum of the heater was the only warmth she felt, and even that was at a distance—something recalled.Dr. Anselm sat across from her, crossed legs, notebook shut. He wasn't writing. He wasn't talking. He was waiting. Observing.Lily's fingers tapped the bracelet Helena had left behind—a grounding tool, she'd explained, silver with a red jasper bead for clarity. But clarity never arrived in the way people wanted. Not when your brain was a house haunted by someone else in your skin.She's still here," Lily whispered, a mere sound like the hiss of the heater."Who?" Dr. Anselm drew in a gentle breath, her voice as soft as snowflakes falling."Ina."Fluorescent lights above appeared to quiver, or not quiver, out of the need for a vision spinning on the tip of gras
Last Updated : 2025-04-07WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 87
The therapist's office was a sanctuary of gentle light, calming grays, and muffled throbs—faux quiet that wrapped itself around broken pieces. Lily sat stiffly on the couch, too plush, too lenient, to sit on. Across from her, Dr. Mariel Kaine jotted something into her notebook before looking up."Lily," she answered softly, "how have you been since that experience in the warehouse?"Lily curled her fingers over the cuff of her sleeve, voice trembling. "I had her in check. I thought… it was over."Dr. Kaine did not respond at once. She let the silence linger between them—tense, awkward. Then, "When did you last feel her?"Lily looked away. Her own face was captured in the lip of a mirrored sculpture on the shelf. She couldn't look at it. "Last night," she whispered.Flashback: The Night BeforeThe bathroom light flickered above her as Lily stared at her reflection, breasts straining. Her fingers clenched the cold porcelain sink, knuckles white. Something had triggered it—maybe the manne
Last Updated : 2025-04-08WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 88
The rain beating on the hospital window had the cadence of a slowly building bomb, slow and steady and coiled, ready to explode. The lights in the room were only partially on, the weak light of the lamplight sitting beside the bed. Lily was huddled at the edge of the bed, panting at the border, with her wet hands bunched around the thin blanket. She could again sense the presence. Ina.Not in some remote corner of her mind, not like a ghost—no. Ina was near. On her back. Whispers on her nerve endings."You can't erase what you needed to live."The voice curled around her ear, too close. Too close."Lily, Lily—you can't erase me. You are me."No, Lily breathed, staring into the mirror in the next room. Her face met her, but it was wrong. Her eyes—Ina's eyes, no—smiled and not one muscle in her mouth moved."I made you strong," Ina asserted, her voice unyielding. "I protected you when they abandoned you. When they died. When he wedded you and told you it was duty. I was the one who stol
Last Updated : 2025-04-09WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 89
The sunlight seeped gradually through the half-closed drapes, creating delicate patterns of light on the hotel suite floor. It was quiet—stunned, complete quiet.Lily sat up from the bed, her breath stuck in a catch.No voice in her head.No mocking insults. No laughter taunt. No Ina.Somewhere close by, Lily's knuckles went white with the sheet-clutching. She lay out flat, waiting for that same curl, shiver of chill, take-over—but nothing stirred.Nothing but her. Lily James. Alone in her own head."Arm."Vandaulf's voice was low in the kitchenette. "You're awake?"She nodded, forgetting he could not see her. "Yeah. I… I think I'm okay."Vandaulf bowed his head against the doorframe, crooked smile twisting across his lips, hair still disheveled. "Coffee? Tea? Or… quiet?"Lily's eyes widened in shock. "Quiet?"He smiled. "I thought it would be something of a luxury for the time."Her lips shook. "Really… yes. Quiet would fit perfectly."Vandaulf vanished once more, and the scent of fr
Last Updated : 2025-04-10WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 1
Activity and noise reigned over the James estate. Bustling servants and glittering decorations surrounded Lily James, the smallest person in that grand ballroom. She pushed at the hem of her pale blue dress, a color chosen by her deceased mother and insisted upon by her grandmother—a hue meant to highlight the supposed innocence and beauty that Lily was believed to possess. She despised it.The air was electric with tension as the two families gathered to cement the union—an arranged marriage that resembled a corporate merger. The James family, airline moguls, required the funds from the Carlston real estate empire, while the Carlstons desired the prestige of the James name. Love was not invited to this equation.Lily stood nervously, her hands clasped tightly when he entered.Vandaulf Claude Carlston, the CEO of Carlston Architectural Firm, exuded an icy, calculating power that made everyone else seem infinitesimally small. He was tall, perfectly dressed in a tailored black suit, and
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The sunlight seeped gradually through the half-closed drapes, creating delicate patterns of light on the hotel suite floor. It was quiet—stunned, complete quiet.Lily sat up from the bed, her breath stuck in a catch.No voice in her head.No mocking insults. No laughter taunt. No Ina.Somewhere close by, Lily's knuckles went white with the sheet-clutching. She lay out flat, waiting for that same curl, shiver of chill, take-over—but nothing stirred.Nothing but her. Lily James. Alone in her own head."Arm."Vandaulf's voice was low in the kitchenette. "You're awake?"She nodded, forgetting he could not see her. "Yeah. I… I think I'm okay."Vandaulf bowed his head against the doorframe, crooked smile twisting across his lips, hair still disheveled. "Coffee? Tea? Or… quiet?"Lily's eyes widened in shock. "Quiet?"He smiled. "I thought it would be something of a luxury for the time."Her lips shook. "Really… yes. Quiet would fit perfectly."Vandaulf vanished once more, and the scent of fr
WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 88
The rain beating on the hospital window had the cadence of a slowly building bomb, slow and steady and coiled, ready to explode. The lights in the room were only partially on, the weak light of the lamplight sitting beside the bed. Lily was huddled at the edge of the bed, panting at the border, with her wet hands bunched around the thin blanket. She could again sense the presence. Ina.Not in some remote corner of her mind, not like a ghost—no. Ina was near. On her back. Whispers on her nerve endings."You can't erase what you needed to live."The voice curled around her ear, too close. Too close."Lily, Lily—you can't erase me. You are me."No, Lily breathed, staring into the mirror in the next room. Her face met her, but it was wrong. Her eyes—Ina's eyes, no—smiled and not one muscle in her mouth moved."I made you strong," Ina asserted, her voice unyielding. "I protected you when they abandoned you. When they died. When he wedded you and told you it was duty. I was the one who stol
WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 87
The therapist's office was a sanctuary of gentle light, calming grays, and muffled throbs—faux quiet that wrapped itself around broken pieces. Lily sat stiffly on the couch, too plush, too lenient, to sit on. Across from her, Dr. Mariel Kaine jotted something into her notebook before looking up."Lily," she answered softly, "how have you been since that experience in the warehouse?"Lily curled her fingers over the cuff of her sleeve, voice trembling. "I had her in check. I thought… it was over."Dr. Kaine did not respond at once. She let the silence linger between them—tense, awkward. Then, "When did you last feel her?"Lily looked away. Her own face was captured in the lip of a mirrored sculpture on the shelf. She couldn't look at it. "Last night," she whispered.Flashback: The Night BeforeThe bathroom light flickered above her as Lily stared at her reflection, breasts straining. Her fingers clenched the cold porcelain sink, knuckles white. Something had triggered it—maybe the manne
WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 86
The room's walls, though just too white, made Lily feel like she was spilling shadows into a picture that was never ever going to hold her. The throb behind her eyes was echoed in the slow and steady tick of the clock. The faintest hum of the heater was the only warmth she felt, and even that was at a distance—something recalled.Dr. Anselm sat across from her, crossed legs, notebook shut. He wasn't writing. He wasn't talking. He was waiting. Observing.Lily's fingers tapped the bracelet Helena had left behind—a grounding tool, she'd explained, silver with a red jasper bead for clarity. But clarity never arrived in the way people wanted. Not when your brain was a house haunted by someone else in your skin.She's still here," Lily whispered, a mere sound like the hiss of the heater."Who?" Dr. Anselm drew in a gentle breath, her voice as soft as snowflakes falling."Ina."Fluorescent lights above appeared to quiver, or not quiver, out of the need for a vision spinning on the tip of gras
WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 85
The patter of rain had reduced to a murmur. Dawn had come to the city, dark and wintry, the sky still sodden with grays. Down in the streets outside the hospital, people crawled like ants—busy, directed—but in Lily's room, time stood still.She was curled on the bed, knees wrapped to her chest, Vandaulf's sweatshirt over the skimpy hospital gown. Her hair clung damp, in tangles to her face. She was younger than she had looked before, fragile in a way that Vandaulf hurt just to gaze at.Vandaulf leaned against the door, arms crossed firmly. Not with anger. With restraint.Trauma psychologist Dr. Alan Reyes had pulled over a chair. No white coat for him, just a serene demeanor and a pad of paper. Helena was in the corner, motionless, watching each flicker on Lily's face. Brenna waited in the hall outside, not able to sit more than a few minutes before she collapsed in tears.Dr. Reyes looked at Lily with kindness. "When did you first realize you knew Ina?Lily's voice was gentle, brittl
WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 84
The sterile antiseptic smell wafting heavy in the air suffocated, seeming poisonous against the moral hurricane seeping into the hospital room. Lily lay stiff in bed, trembling hands clasped over a thin, almost invisible blanket covering her lap. Something had happened within the last few hours, roaming on and on in her mind-hurting, humiliating, and absolutely perplexing. Vandaulf stood by the windowpane, his silhouette cut into the city's soft light. His arms were crossed, muscles knotted with hidden control. The normally serene mask he wore as armor was now broken, and the storm within was revealed. Brenna opened the door, its hinges creaking an ominous sound that indicated its impending death. She furrowed her brows, walked straight past Vandaulf with a quick glance, then made her way straight to Lily. Brenna's feet were stubborn, but they finally moved her closer to Lily.Brenna: "Lily, honey. how are you?"Lily's eyes were glued to the floor, and her voice was so low; it was li
WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 83
The evening was heavy with stillness, except for the distant thrum of the city outside the estate. A storm gathered on the horizon, churning dark clouds piled beyond the reach of sight, reflecting the turmoil that stormed within.In the grand hall of the Carlston estate, Vandaulf leaned in his chair, tight, his mind in an uproar. Wounds ached, but naught, naught to that tempest of emotion that ravaged within his brain.Lily—no, Ina—fell further into perdition.And he did not have a clue to how to extricate her from it.A door slammed behind her, and there was the quiet, introspective step upon the marble floor.Helena Carlston.His grandmother.The only one who ever truly loved him.She came to him with quiet, steady pace, and yet tonight Vandaulf sensed an edge of urgency in her stride."Vandaulf," she breathed, scanning him with her cold-eyed stare. Her gaze relaxed as she looked at the puffing of bruise down the curve of his jaw. "My dear boy."She sat down next to him, holding his
WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 82
Ina didn’t flinch.She simply leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over his ear.“Then I’ll burn them all.”Brigs’ body trembled beneath her touch. His vision blurred.And yet—he still smiled.The cry of sirens sliced through night, red and blue lights slicing through darkness. There was a cloud of blood and smoke suspended in the air, tension tight and strained. Vandaulf's hold on Lily's wrist was firm: firm but controlled. "Don't, Lily! Let someone else. Get out of it."Lily did not stir.She stood above Brigs' body, her crimson fingers, her twisting acid. All the pain of it—the years' misery, the pursuit of truth, the battle she had fought so long—hit her with crushing force beneath its choking wave.Helena, still holding the gun in her hand, gulped a ragged breath."Come on, Grandma."Vandaulf waited in the doorway, his voice drawn tight with horror.The lights became brighter and brighter. The sirens approached.Helena did not grumble. She shoved the gun into her greatcoat and t
WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK CHAPTER 81
The house towered over her like a predator slouching, ready to jump down on its prey.Lily—no.Ina.She pulled on the gloved fingers covering her hands, her heart beat steady despite the battle warring within her.This was not madness.This was revenge.Brenna had cautioned her. Had reminded her to bide patiently.But patience never saved anyone.The doors creaked open, and there stood Brigs Carlston at the top of the marble staircase.The devil himself.His face was un readable, but a curve of humor pulled the corners of his mouth up."Well," Brigs gasped. "You certainly do have your father's foolishness."Ina edged closer, the gun hidden under her jacket keeping her steady."I have something else of his too," she said flatly.Brigs' brow furrowed. "And what would that be?"She smiled. "A reason to kill you."Brigs emitted a low chuckle. "My, my. Such temerity."Ina didn't blink."I take it you're here for my son," he went on.Ina clenched her fists into fists. "Where is he?"Brigs h
