The storm beneath the smile 😊
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The morning light streamed through the Moore estate’s grand windows, but inside the walls, tension thickened like a gathering storm.
Aurora sat at the breakfast table, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her teacup. Across from her, Adrian sipped his coffee, eyes distant, mind clearly elsewhere.
Mrs. Moore’s eyes flicked toward them both, sharp and calculating, but she said nothing. The unspoken rules of the house often cut deeper than words.
Suddenly, the sound of laughter echoed from the hallway—lilting, false, and unmistakably Lila’s.
Aurora’s jaw tightened.
Before she could react, Lila swept into the room, her perfect smile fixed like a mask.
“Good morning, dear sister!” she chimed, setting down a bouquet of fresh flowers. “I brought these for you. A little peace offering.”
Aurora forced a polite smile. “Thank you.”
Lila’s gaze flicked to Adrian, who didn’t return it.
“Well, aren’t you a charming pair,” Lila said, eyes narrowing slightly. “I must say, the house has never looked brighter since you arrived.”
Adrian’s smile was tight. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”
Lila’s lips twitched. “Just trying to keep the peace.”
Aurora knew better.
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Later that day, Aurora was called to the study by Grandfather Moore.
The room smelled of leather and old paper. Augustus Moore sat behind his massive oak desk, his gaze as piercing as ever.
“You’re doing well,” he said, folding his hands.
Aurora’s heart quickened. “Thank you, sir.”
“There’s a storm coming,” he warned. “Not all family members will take kindly to your presence—or your influence.”
She nodded.
“Adrian trusts you,” he continued. “That makes you both targets.”
Aurora met his gaze steadily. “I’m ready to face whatever comes.”
The old man’s lips twitched into something like a smile. “Good. Because the storm is just beginning.”
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That evening, Aurora found Adrian alone in the garden, staring into the fading light.
“I heard what your grandfather said,” she said softly.
He didn’t respond at first.
Then, quietly: “I’ve lived my whole life in the eye of a storm. Learned how to weather it. But this one... this one feels different.”
She reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
“We’ll face it together,” she promised.
His eyes locked onto hers, vulnerability and resolve swirling within.
“For the first time, I believe that.”
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Outside, the wind picked up, whispering through the trees like a warning.
The storm beneath the smile was gathering strength.
And neither Aurora nor Adrian could afford to look away.
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End of Chapter Nine
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