Brie
Stories
11
Chapters
224
Words
386.1 K
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Reading
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The next day, Lorena woke abruptly to a light touch shaking her shoulder. Her tilted vision was filled with the sight of Hena, her face tense with concern. Slowly, Lorena sat up from the sofa where she had fallen asleep leaning to one side. "…I told you, you don’t have to do maid duties anymore." Her voice was hoarse from the early morning. Hena hesitated briefly before gathering Lorena’s disheveled hair and tying it neatly into a single bundle. "It’s dull not doing anything. I promise…-
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The discomfort with the bed wasn’t solely due to her time at the Levantes mansion. Whenever Lorena closed her eyes, she found herself reliving the moment she ended her own life. The cold touch of the gun pressed against her temple haunted her, and she often startled awake, rubbing her face desperately as if to erase the sensation. In those moments, she craved a sedative—the same one the Levantes physician had often injected into her arm. But she knew she couldn’t rely on it forever. Lorena…
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3. In Search of the Canary. “Fix it.” Seventeen photographs and twenty-four bundles of letters lay scattered across the table. Vaye Levantes, having tossed them down in fury, clenched his teeth tightly. “Fix it within a week. Raid the newspaper office, silence the nobles—whatever it takes.” Arisa Menendo. That woman, who deserved to be strung up on the streets of Motrel, had meticulously tracked his every move. Her dedication to gathering evidence of his affairs was so thorough that…
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“Why… why are you doing this…?” Lorena’s trembling voice cracked under the weight of terror and disbelief. Her struggling grew weaker as the overwhelming strength of the man before her—her husband, Vaye Levantes—pinned her down mercilessly. Her dress clung to her damp, trembling frame, soaked with blood, ink, and tears. The oppressive weight of his body, combined with his unyielding grip, made her feel like a bird with its wings torn apart, incapable of flight or…
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Once she reached the surface, Lorena was finally able to cool her flushed earlobes. The fresh air outside helped her recall how she had ended up here. After waking up at dawn, she had spent the entire morning sending anonymous letters to a few influential newspapers in Bessen. Then, a sudden wave of dizziness struck her. For reasons she couldn’t explain, an overwhelming urge to flee the mansion consumed her. It was that compulsion that had driven her out of the duke’s estate and led her to the…
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"You haven’t committed any sins yet, Señora. Even if I wanted to report you, I’d have no evidence to do so, wouldn’t I?" "And since you’re not a priest, you aren’t bound to any duty to keep secrets either." Drawing a fragile line between them, Lorena calmed her swirling thoughts. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. The reason she didn’t want to face him was something else entirely. "No, I’ll stop here." Lorena folded the words she had debated saying and buried them deep…
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The morning mass at St. Bergos Cathedral stretched well past noon. Being a Sunday, the congregation was massive. Inside the cathedral, distinctions of class and occupation dissolved, with nobles and commoners alike mingling together. Lorena, who had hoped to catch another glimpse of the Marquis from a distance after the mass, had to abandon her plan. As she finally managed to steady herself by gripping the handrail of the stairs leading to the entrance, a group of commoner children came running from…
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“Clearly. Has he offered you financial support, by any chance?” “…Pardon?” “If he has, how much?” “Señora, I am not a courtesan.” Olivia slammed her teacup down with a sharp clink, flaring up at the question. “Ah…” Lorena let out a soft sigh, masking her amusement. She hadn’t accused Olivia of selling herself, but the defensive reaction was almost laughable. “What I provide to His Grace is far more valuable than mere drinks or laughter. That’s why he…
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Once again, her face turned lifeless, devoid of any emotion. Lorena stepped closer to Arisa. The sharp sound of her heels striking the marble floor echoed crisply in the room. “Once again, I thought you might be holding onto something important, a crucial clue.” There must be a reason why Vaye Levantes chose today of all days to summon both Arisa and Olivia to the mansion. Lorena wondered if Arisa Menendo had provided decisive evidence that led to the downfall of the Klein family. If so,…
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After nearly dismantling half the wall, the locksmith finally exposed the safe’s interior. Lorena spent the entire afternoon combing through the safe and the study. In hindsight, there had been no need to call a locksmith. The information she sought had been scattered across the duke’s desk, drawers, bookshelves, and side tables. What Lorena needed was evidence that Bessen had been planning to devour Ingerd—and that the Klein Bank, along with her family, had been ruthlessly exploited in the…
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