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The Garden

Penulis: Fiona Brown
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-16 04:48:44

The Harrington pre-wedding luncheon was supposed to be simple. That was the first lie. Nothing involving the Harrington family was simple, and nothing held at the Vale estate remained only what it claimed to be.

By noon, the south terrace had been transformed into a polished display of wealth and restraint. White linen tables sat beneath cream umbrellas. Crystal glasses caught the pale sunlight. Low arrangements of garden roses and olive branches ran down the center of each table. Beyond the te
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  • The Wedding Contract   The Gun

    The shell casing looked too small to carry a family’s next betrayal.It lay in Ethan’s gloved palm, dull gold against the rain-damp black of his sleeve, no larger than a cruel thought. Yet everyone stared at it as if it had spoken, the weapon that killed Callum Pryce had been traced to Edmund Vale’s private collection.Alexander stood near the edge of the cottage clearing, rain clinging to his lashes, one hand still marked with bruises from the cathedral. His face had gone quiet in the way Lena had learned to fear. Quiet meant the wound had gone too deep for anger to reach the surface.Lady Beatrice stood beside Mara, who was wrapped in a medical blanket and seated on the cottage step while paramedics checked her vitals. Mara’s eyes were open now, but not calm. She watched every movement, every hand, every face. A woman pulled from a locked room did not become safe simply because someone said the word.Her gaze kept returning to Lady Beatrice not with tenderness, but with disbelief so

  • The Wedding Contract   The Butler’s Sin

    The gunshot broke the cottage open. Security shouted from outside. Footsteps thundered across the wooden floorboards. Ethan moved first, shoving past Thomas toward the front room. Alexander stepped in front of Lena and the women by instinct, his body shielding them before thought could negotiate.Mara flinched on the floor. Lady Beatrice covered her daughter with her own body. That gesture hit harder than any confession. Thirty years too late, still instinct knew where to go. Another shout came from outside.Not another shot, a name. Callum!Ethan appeared at the doorway seconds later, rain on his face, gunpowder in the air behind him.Callum Pryce was dead. Shot at the tree line while trying to run, the shooter was gone. Silence spread through the nursery, a dead man could no longer testify.A dead man could no longer say who gave orders. Mara’s eyes filled with panic. She tried to sit up, but Beatrice held her gently down.Thomas remained by the doorway. He had not moved since Mara

  • The Wedding Contract   The Cottage

    The cottage stood beyond the ridge with its windows boarded and its roof bent under years of weather. It did not look like a place where a child had once been hidden. There was no grand cruelty in it. No iron gates. No locked tower. No dramatic architecture announcing itself as a prison. Only a small stone cottage near the edge of the woods, half-swallowed by pine, with moss on the steps and rain dripping from the broken gutter.A place easy to forget, a place built for forgetting. Lady Beatrice stopped at the bottom of the path. For the first time since they had left the old burial ground, her steps faltered. Lena stood beside her and said nothing, some grief demanded silence from witnesses.Ahead, Alexander and Ethan reached the cottage door first with two security men behind them. Alexander turned back immediately when he realized his mother had stopped. Rain slid down his face, darkened his collar, and clung to the bruises across his knuckles.Lena saw the battle in him the son wa

  • The Wedding Contract   The Old Guard

    Callum Pryce had chosen the east hunting lodge. Thomas knew it before the trace finished, the old guard thought in old maps.Vale House, Ravensmere, the winter chapel, the family cemetery, the hunting lodge beyond the northern ridge. These were not just properties. They were routes built for secrecy before secrecy became digital.If Callum had taken Mara, he would not go to a hotel, warehouse, or Harrington safe house.He would go somewhere Edmund trusted before he trusted servers.The hunting lodge had been closed for sixteen years.Officially, the roof was unsafe.Unofficially, it had housed private meetings, discreet recovery stays, and men who needed to disappear for a few days while lawyers made evidence softer.Thomas confessed this in the car without looking at anyone.Lady Beatrice sat beside him in the rear vehicle, the empty grave behind them and a living daughter ahead. Alexander rode in front with Ethan, Lena, and two security officers. Police followed farther back, delibe

  • The Wedding Contract   Mara Bell

    Mara was missing, for a moment the old burial ground became unreal. Lady Beatrice on her knees in the mud and Alexander standing over her with a face that looked too damaged to belong to a living man.Mara Bell, not only was she Nicholas’s former assistant, the woman who had seen his hidden files. The witness Ethan had been trying to protect. She was Helena Beatrice Vale, the child before the heir. Alexander and Ethan’s older sister.Alive or at least she had been fifteen minutes ago, Marion Vale had said she was taken. Lena could not tell whether the rain had turned colder or whether the truth had finally reached bone.Ethan held the phone to his ear with a hand that would not stay steady. Marion’s voice came through faintly, breaking in and out beneath the storm and distance. Mara had been kept in a safe house outside the city after she agreed to speak. Not a Vale or a Harrington property. A rented private residence under Amara’s legal network, only four people knew the exact loca

  • The Wedding Contract   The Empty Grave

    Ravensmere looked different the second time, not because the rain had changed. The storm still dragged itself across the old estate in silver sheets, beating against the car windows, drowning the trees, turning the narrow roads into black veins of mud and water.But something in Alexander had changed.On the drive from Vale House, he sat beside Lena with his father’s letters in a sealed evidence folder on his lap and his mother’s note folded inside his coat pocket. Ethan sat in the front, tense and silent, one hand around his phone, the other pressed against his mouth as if holding back words that would do nothing but bleed.Thomas followed in the car behind them with two security men and Amara on an open line. Police had been notified, but quietly. Carefully. No sirens. No public spectacle. Not until they knew whether they were walking into a crime scene, a confession, or another trap wearing grief as its mask.Lena sat close to Alexander without touching him. There were moments when

  • The Wedding Contract   Maya’s Warning

    By the time Lena got home, it was nearly two in the morning.Her apartment was dark except for the small lamp Maya had left on in the living room.Maya herself was asleep on the couch, still wearing jeans, one arm tucked under her cheek, a blanket half-pulled over her legs. The television had gone

  • The Wedding Contract   The Man From Her Past

    Lena left the yacht party before it returned to the marina.Or rather, she tried to.The problem with yachts was that dramatic exits required cooperation from the sea.She settled instead for retreating to the lower lounge, where the music was softer and the guests were fewer. The room was lined wi

  • The Wedding Contract   The Yacht Party

    By Saturday evening, Lena had changed outfits three times and regretted every decision that had led her to standing in front of her mirror at six-thirty.The first dress felt too eager.The second looked too formal.The third was simple enough to be safe, which somehow made it feel more dangerous.

  • The Wedding Contract   The Younger Brother

    Ethan Vale entered rooms as though they had been waiting for him.Where Alexander brought silence, Ethan brought motion.He arrived at the wedding venue walk-through fifteen minutes late, wearing no tie, sunglasses tucked into the open collar of his shirt, and an apology charming enough to make two

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