Whispers of War
401 Words
The son’s rage didn’t fade after storming out of the dining hall. If anything, it burned hotter with every step he took. His father had humiliated him, and she—she—had dared to play him like a pawn in front of the man who had once raised him to believe he’d inherited it all.
No. She wasn’t going to win. Not without blood being spilt first.
That afternoon, he found her alone in the garden, sitting on the stone bench with a book in her hand, sunlight spilling over her hair like a crown. She didn’t even look up when he approached—her indifference slicing through him sharper than a knife.
“You think you’ve won, don’t you?” His voice dripped with venom.
Finally, she lifted her gaze, slow and deliberate, her lips curving in a smirk. “Won? Darling, this isn’t a game. This is survival. Maybe you should learn the difference.”
His fists clenched at his sides. “He doesn’t see it, but I do. You’re using him. Using me. Playing both sides.”
She stood, closing the distance between them with a sway of her hips, her voice low and dangerous. “And yet you can’t stay away from me. Even when you know I bite.”
His throat tightened. She was right. She always was. His mind screamed that she was poison, but his body remembered the taste of her lips, the nights she’d once been his.
“Careful,” she whispered, brushing past him, her perfume intoxicating. “Because if you think you can expose me, ruin me, or even win me back… you might just find I bite harder than you ever imagined.”
The son’s chest heaved, torn between fury and desire. He wanted her ruined—but he also wanted her back, if only to prove she was still his.
That night, his plan began.
Whispers started spreading in the household—the maids exchanging glances, the staff speaking in hushed tones. Rumours that she was nothing but a gold-digger, a liar who had come to destroy the family. And at the centre of it all, the son’s hand guided every spark, fanning it into flames.
But when she heard the whispers, she didn’t cower.
Instead, she laughed.
Because if he wanted to play dirty, she would show him just how much filth she could drag him into.
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