Chapter 18
After taking photos, Asher handed back her phone, his expression carefully neutral. “You have a message”
“Ohp”
Thalia opened it, her face stiffening at Drake’s words. She knew message previews appeared automatically–Asher must have seen it.
She glanced back at him nervously, explaining, “My ex. We’ve broken up.”
“I see.” Asher’s expression remained impassive, his eyes unreadable.
“I’ve blocked him on everything else–forgot about his number.”
Thalia felt oddly flustered. She was twenty–five; having an ex–boyfriend was perfectly normal. Besides, she’d dated Drake before agreeing to the arrangement with Asher. She had nothing to feel guilty about.
Realizing this, she calmed herself. “I’ll block him now.”
She did so immediately, with Asher watching.
“Trust me,” she added, “once I agreed to our arrangement, any past relationships became exactly
that–past.”
Asher nodded, his dark eyes still inscrutable. But as Thalia turned away, the faintest smile played at his
lips.
After several days of exploring the city together, it was time to return to London.
She hadn’t told her family she was coming home, so no one from the Winters household was at the
airport.
Instead, Asher’s assistant met them with a black Rolls–Royce Cullinan.
“Shall I come in with you?” Asher asked as they pulled up to the Winters estate.
Thalia shook her head. “No need.”
“Alright.”
She stood at the gates, hesitating. Sensing her reluctance, Asher didn’t linger.
Only after his car disappeared did Thalia ring the bell. Three years ago, she’d left without her keys. Now she needed to be buzzed into her own home–the irony wasn’t lost on her.
Mrs. Clarke, their housekeeper of fifteen years, opened the door and froze. “Miss… Miss Thalia? You’re
home?”
Her voice cracked with emotion.
Thalia’s throat tightened as she nodded.
“Thank goodness. I’ll call your father right away.”
“He’s not here?”
“No, miss. He’s at the office. Your stepmother’s at Lucy’s school for a parent event.”
Thalia exhaled in relief.
She needed time to breathe before facing them all–her stepmother, half–sister, and the father she’d been at odds with for years. Each relationship was its own minefield.
Her bedroom remained exactly as she’d left it, immaculately maintained. Someone had clearly dusted
daily.
After unpacking and showering, she heard Mrs. Clarke’s knock. “Miss Thalia? What would you like for
dinner?”
Thalia opened the door with a slight smile. “The usual, please.”
“Of course!” Mrs. Clarke beamed, genuinely delighted.
She’d watched Thalia grow up, loving her like a daughter. She’d been the one to carry young Thalia in from the snow the night Rosalind died.
When Randolph retreated into depression after Rosalind’s death, neglecting his daughter, Mrs. Clarke had stayed at Thalia’s hospital bedside through her fever.
As Thalia refused food in her grief, it was Mrs. Clarke who coaxed her to eat, who held her through the worst nights.
Without Mrs. Clarke, Thalia might not have survived that period.
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Thalia considered her family. Though she hadn’t spoken to her father in three years, she’d still called Mrs. Clarke on holidays.
“I brought you something.” Thalia handed her a beautifully wrapped package. “The finest tea from New York’s best shop.”
“Oh, I’ll make some for you tonight-”
“No,” Thalia shook her head. “This is for you. I’ve had plenty. I wanted you to try it.”
“I couldn’t possibly-”
Thalia pressed the gift into her hands. “Please. After everything you’ve done for me, it’s the least I can
offer.”
Mrs. Clarke’s eyes welled up. “Miss Thalia…”
“Thalia! You’re back!” A young voice rang out as a small girl ran forward, throwing her arms around Thalia’s legs.
“I’ve missed you so much!” Eight–year–old Lucy Winters looked up at her half–sister, eyes shining with joy.
Lucy had always adored Thalia, though Thalia remained distant. She couldn’t help associating Lucy with Victoria, her stepmother–her mother’s former best friend.
Still, Lucy was innocent. Despite her complicated feelings about Victoria, Thalia couldn’t bring herself to be cruel to such a sweet child who only wanted her sister’s love.
“You’re home early from school?”
“Mrs. Clarke told us you were back. Lucy couldn’t wait to see you,” Victoria appeared, smiling warmly.
Thalia tensed.
Before she’d left, her hatred for her stepmother had been obvious. They’d barely exchanged words all
year.
Thalia despised Victoria not just for marrying her father, but for betraying her own best friend. In Thalia’s eyes, Victoria was a scheming woman who’d stolen her friend’s husband.
And Randolph was no better–a man who’d fallen for his dead wife’s best friend.
These feelings had transformed Thalia from a perfect daughter into a rebel.
Chapter 18
When Thalia remained silent, Victoria continued pleasantly, “You must be tired. Rest a bit–I’ll call you for
dinner.”
Lucy tugged at Thalia’s hand. “Come see the painting I made for you!”
Thalia withdrew her hand coldly. “No. I need to rest.”
“Oh… okay.” Lucy’s face fell as she stepped back.
Victoria took Lucy’s hand. “Let’s not disturb your sister.”
Mrs. Clarke stood awkwardly. “I’ll go prepare dinner then, madam.”
After they left, Thalia closed her door, finally finding silence.
That evening, Randolph returned home, and the family gathered at the dinner table.
He studied Thalia. “You might have told us you were coming home.”
“Would it have mattered either way?” Her tone dripped hostility.
His brow furrowed. “Three years haven’t changed your attitude?”
Thalia’s smile was sharp. “Three years haven’t led to your divorce from Aunt Victoria?”
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