All Chapters of Romance In The Mansion: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The door shut with a muted thud.For a moment, the sound felt too small compared to what had just happened.Aaron sat in the back seat, hands trembling in his lap. The interior of the car smelled like leather and something faintly metallic—gunpowder still clinging to the air from Zayden’s jacket.The world outside the tinted windows moved on as usual.Cars passing. Streetlights glowing. Life continuing.It felt wrong.Zayden slid in beside him, closing the door quietly. Slate took the driver’s seat without a word, engine starting smoothly as if this were just another night.Just another rescue.Just another body left behind.Aaron stared at his hands.They wouldn’t stop shaking.He pressed them between his knees to hide them.“You’re safe,” Zayden said.His voice was lower now. Not commanding. Not cold.Aaron let out a shaky breath that turned into something halfway between a laugh and a sob.“I was about to die.”The words sounded unreal when spoken aloud.Zayden’s jaw tightened slig

The house had finally gone quiet.Not the kind of quiet that felt peaceful, but the kind that arrived after something violent had already happened and the world didn’t know how to behave anymore.Aaron sat on the edge of the bed in Mira’s guest room, staring at his hands.They were clean now, That somehow made it worse.The blood was gone. The bruises had been cleaned and patched. The cut on his cheek had been covered neatly, almost carefully, like someone had tried to erase what happened without actually changing it.But his body remembered, Every muscle still felt like it was waiting for the next blow.He pressed his palms together slowly, as if trying to convince them to stop shaking.They didn’t listen.The door was closed. Mira had checked on him twice already, then left him alone after realizing he wasn’t really present.He appreciated it. He couldn’t have spoken anyway.Because the moment he stopped moving, the moment everything became still, it all came back.The warehouse. Th

I knew I needed to go home. Not because it was safer. Not because anything out there made more sense than what was happening inside this house. But because I couldn’t breathe here anymore. Everything about this place felt controlled. Measured. Watched. Even the silence felt like it belonged to someone else.Zayden’s house wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t quiet either. It was the kind of quiet that pressed against your chest and reminded you that nothing here moved unless he allowed it I couldn’t think properly here. And right now, thinking was the only thing I had left.So I packed.Not carefully. Not neatly. Just fast, like if I slowed down for even a second, I might change my mind. I grabbed my bag from the chair and threw it open on the bed, stuffing in clothes without folding them. Shirts. Jeans. Whatever my hands landed on first. I paused at the drawer Winter was coming.The thought felt strange after everything that had happened, like the world was still moving forward without asking

Aaron***************The gate closed behind me with a quiet, final sound.Not loud. Not dramatic. But it felt like something ending. I didn’t look back. I told myself I wouldn’t.Because if I did, I might hesitate. And if I hesitated, I might start thinking. And if I started thinking, I might turn around.And I couldn’t afford that. Not right now. The air outside felt different.Colder. Real. I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder and kept walking, my steps slower than I expected. My body still felt off, like it hadn’t caught up with the fact that I was no longer trapped.Every sound made me aware. Every passing car. Every movement. I hated that.Hated that I couldn’t just exist without checking over my shoulder.I reached the road and flagged down a taxi, my voice steady when I gave the driver the address.“My mom’s place.” Saying it out loud did something to me. Grounded me.Reminded me that there was still a version of my life that existed outside all of this.A version whe

AaronI heard the front door before I saw her.The familiar sound of keys, the rustle of shopping bags, my mother muttering to herself about market prices like the vendors had personally offended her.For the first time all day, something inside me loosened.Normal.That was what this was.Normal.I pushed the laptop aside and stood up just as she entered, carrying two heavy bags and looking mildly irritated.“Those people think money grows on trees,” she said as soon as she stepped in. “Everything has gone up again.”I couldn’t help it.A small smile tugged at my mouth.“Hi, Mom.”She looked at me then, her expression softening immediately.“There you are.” She set the bags down and pointed at me. “Why are you standing? You should be resting.”“I’m not dying,” I said dryly.“You look like you argued with death and barely won.”I laughed under my breath.She huffed, but I saw the relief in her eyes. She was glad I was smiling, even if only for a second.She started unpacking vegetable