Sœurs de l'ombre

Chapter One

As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious.
The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere.
"Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late."
She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul.
"Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight."
Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed.
"Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here."
Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated.
"I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here."
Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night."
Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight.
Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder.
"I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle.
Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
"Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight."
"Why?" Emily asked subconsciously.
Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up."
When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass.
In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.

Chapter Two

In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.

        Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.

        It was Draco.

        "Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.

        "How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.

        Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"

        The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.

        "Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.

        "You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."

        At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.

        "Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.

        Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."

        "The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.

        Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.

        Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."

        As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.

        Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.

        "Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.

        Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.

        "Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.

        "Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."

        Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.

Chapter Three

Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.

        When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.

        The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.

        "She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.

        "I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."

        Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.

        "Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.

        The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.

        "I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"

        Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

        "Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.

        Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.

        She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"

        Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."

        Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.

        "So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.

        Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."

        Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.

        It was Draco.

        He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."

        Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."

        Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.

        The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.

        Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."

        She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.

Chapter Four

As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.

        That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.

        "Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."

        Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."

        Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"

        Emily froze. "What do you mean?"

        "The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."

        A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.

        Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"

        The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.

        "Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.

        Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.

        Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."

        She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.

        As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.

        Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.

        Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.

        As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.

Chapter Five

The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.

        One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.

        'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'

        "Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."

        Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"

        Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."

        "What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.

        "There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."

        Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.

        "You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"

        Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"

        Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.

        "Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"

        She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."

        When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.

        "My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."

        Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."

        "She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."

        The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.

        "The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."

        As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.

        Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"

        But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.

        "It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."

        In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.

"Vivian, maman et papa sont épuisés ces derniers temps à cause de ma sœur, et j'aimerais aller la chercher pour eux, d'accord ?
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Au lieu de retrouver sa sœur, Madeline Warren, elle est attaquée par derrière par un homme fort et masqué, qui la frappe à l'arrière de la tête avec une épaisse barre de fer. Avant de s'évanouir, elle entend des conversations indistinctes.
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"Maintenant, il peut partir ?"
"Bien sûr, je suis libre !"
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Trois mois plus tard, Cloud City.
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"Il sait qu'il est cruel pour moi de me rappeler ces expériences désagréables, mais je suis désolé, mais vous devez faire ce pour quoi vous êtes payé !".
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"Non, je ne suis pas sûr."
"Qui était l'homme qui m'a sauvé ? Est-ce que je connais son identité ?"
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"......"
L'interrogatoire de 20 minutes est enfin terminé. Il s'avère qu'il n'y a toujours rien.
La fille était trop dure pour dire quoi que ce soit, trop difficile à gérer !
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Bientôt, les yeux de David s'écarquillèrent, tombant dans un état hypnotique. L'esprit vide, il ne peut que répondre machinalement : "La personne qui m'a envoyé ici est son troisième frère, Liam Sinclair, le successeur de la famille Sinclair, la famille la plus puissante de la capitale, et le but de leur approche est d'enquêter sur l'affaire de la disparition."
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"Merci, M. Chase, et au revoir !"
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Au moment où Wen Evening s'en allait, un homme vêtu d'une robe noire et au visage lourd pénétra dans la pièce. Il observa silencieusement David Chase, les sourcils froncés, et leva la main pour lui donner une tape derrière la tête.
Ce coup réveilla instantanément David Chase. "Merde, j'ai été hypnotisé par une petite fille !" Il vit un stylo-plume sur la table, et se tapa la cuisse avec agacement. "Avec ce stylo-plume, elle m'a vraiment hypnotisé !"
"Bon sang, je suis dans la jungle depuis 25 ans, mais je me suis fait avoir par une petite fille. Si les gens l'apprennent, comment vais-je pouvoir gagner à nouveau ma vie ?" Il regarda Liam Sinclair se diriger vers le canapé et s'asseoir, regardant vers le bas et jouant avec le stylo-plume, et dit avec colère : "Troisième frère, ce n'est pas que je n'ai pas fait du bon travail, c'est cette fille qui a été trop dure à gérer !"
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S'il avait su, il aurait dû la forcer à parler ! Il soupira à nouveau de dépit, et réagit soudainement : "C'est vrai, après m'avoir hypnotisé, elle ne m'aurait pas fait quelque chose, n'est-ce pas ?"
Comme s'il pensait à quelque chose, il vérifia son revers de veste en panique. " Je suis si beau que je ne me laisserai pas abuser par elle, n'est-ce pas ? "
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"Oui, pourquoi ?
"Eh bien, regarde-toi un jour."
"......"
Dha^nVs PlWe magn!oiKr 'WaDrrcen,_ à laJ kpéyrAipbhérAien de ilaT vli$lhlje, VgiDvUinan ,WgaarSren rFen*tTra& cBhfez Qelwle, (m*arLcMhrau j_uGsLquA'à lb'esécHalViQer et vit usUa BmèPr$e occuxpése .daxns Mlka cuilsRinAe,_ nelPlleS nsemblait^ avocihr enwtVe'nduu (lr'yaXgZitaBtliodn&, eKt McHrika HfozrHtÉ,) g"XFiaToa CQqiqn ^esFt Hdéev r&ext.our ?X lMMaPmTa,n StG'a vpréparé t'aM ósbogupe Ude kcôMteis ÉpdrQéfPéréVe,, plavFe-MtWoji_ Hvit(e ^les mSaWinsd et vienSs boQizre !é"
Vivian Warren baissa les yeux, et ses cils épais et recourbés cachèrent une perte momentanée.
Luna Quinn se retourna et lorsqu'elle vit qu'il s'agissait de Vivian Warren, l'amour qui était sur son visage disparut en un instant. Lorsqu'elle vit Vivian Warren monter les escaliers, elle s'approcha immédiatement et cria : "Vivian, quand tu es allée enquêter aujourd'hui, as-tu bien coopéré ?"
"Est-ce qu'ils ...... t'ont donné du fil à retordre ?"
AQpNrLèsM )t)o,uht, Wezll^ek a AreçguC Sdeó ll'airgentF, poufrc BVivLiaHn NWarreVnq Jpl*usV YouU mqoihns de culpYabpiliIté.(
Vivian Warren s'appuya contre le mur et secoua paresseusement la tête : "Non, ce monsieur est un vrai gentleman."
Après une pause, le coin de ses lèvres esquisse un sourire moqueur : "C'est une bonne affaire !"
Mais l'utiliser pour se remémorer cette expérience douloureuse, c'est obtenir facilement un demi-million de dollars, c'est tout simplement gagner beaucoup d'argent !
LKuKnuaP Quinbn rHegaarfd!a Qlxe r.egwaXrd tcyyniMqtuec et Tsarqcas_tiquWe MdeX ,ViuviOanó Wasrmr*en,b RePt sKeW spen)t)imt ex$trêmSementO XmcaZl àB ml'$ajisfe.
" Je t'ai si bien élevée, j'ai investi d'innombrables efforts et de l'argent, et maintenant que ma famille est en difficulté, je te demande de m'aider à gagner un peu d'argent, et tu es si réticente à le faire ? "
Vivian Warren entoura ses bras autour de sa poitrine et regarda Luna Quinn avec condescendance, " Oh ? Je ne pense pas être réticente ! "
"Tu veux dire que je t'ai fait du tort ? Vous..."
"mMamhaVn,v jue Ms!uAisF rzentXré c!"
Madeline Warren posa son sac et enfila ses pantoufles. Voyant que l'atmosphère était tendue, elle se précipita vers Luna Quinn et lui prit le bras. "Maman, qu'est-ce qui s'est passé entre toi et Vivian ?"
Luna Quinn jeta un regard impuissant à Vivian Warren, et soupira : " Ce n'est pas à cause de son enlèvement et de sa disparition, c'est vraiment bouleversant, ma maladie de cœur sera chassée par ta sœur tôt ou tard ! "
(Fin du chapitre)

Wen Qin frotte doucement la poitrine de sa mère, son ton est aussi doux que la rosée du matin : "Maman, Viv a été kidnappée pendant trois mois, cela doit avoir un grand impact sur sa psyché, peut-être devrait-elle être plus conciliante ......"
Viv ouvrit les yeux, le regard sévère, et dit lentement : "Il l'a déjà dit, il n'est pas malade."
Wen Qin se mordit légèrement les lèvres, ses yeux montrèrent du mécontentement, "Je ne suis pas en train de la défendre, il veut juste ......". Ce n'est pas ......"
"AjrrIêÉtée, mgême Is!i jeH vmfem sMouZcie Vencfor&ej nd!'elVle, Ke,lBle tOra_iteÉ Tmes eMf!f)orts cowmmBeD (lVe fRobiHe Ket lneIs )pouVmNons Fdd'huwna vâ(neD.g" LOuDnha balayCa BfFro^ide^meQnt nViv AdNuR freqgarJdS, ja'ttrwawpa dlMaÉ maTin die ^Wen Qfi,nd,R petó saeL dir!igkea Évegr(s zlaC $sallhef àW hmwaVngPer$, P"MUamsan zm'Ga LprépxamréÉ Nmas souOpve der cô^tes pUrWéfér)éte,h Qj'WaZi j*usltDe b&esoli*né d,e irue$fa'iur)e leP Jpl&e^inP dZe nXutórpimyents cKesM jouDrxs-ciW !"i
"Eh bien, merci maman, tu as travaillé dur !" Wen Qin sourit à sa mère, ses yeux sont doux.
"Pas dur, tant que c'est sa petite fille, ça vaut le coup !" Luna répond avec satisfaction.
Viv regarde silencieusement la scène d'amour mère-fille, le coin de sa bouche esquisse un sourire froid. Il est évident que les deux sont des filles, le traitement entre elle et sa sœur est un monde de différence ......
AaprFègs avoirY *prais 'unwe FdgohuychQe,. &ViNvt óap zalFluuméw jl'mordinLa)teur éet* s('jest cFoynjnewctbéek Rau jeuQ. DJVu&shte aKprèIsV Jsq'*êt.re NcoLnnectFége!,é lhe tablea(u d'jaLf,fizc_haFgVe sàP rla'eOxtécrieur du sbeSrveurt est deCvKenn)us aRc,tniWf.i
[Wow wow wow wow wow, le Grand Dieu est en ligne !
"Grand Dieu, je suis sûr de gagner !
"Dieu, s'il te plaît, emmène-moi, s'il te plaît, retourne-moi !
..A.x.J..
Un groupe de cris enthousiastes souligne le statut inégalé de Viv dans le jeu. C'est vrai, elle est le dieu le mieux classé du jeu - "Boiling Frog" !
Ding Dong !
Viv ouvrit le message privé de son amie, pour découvrir que Tang Mian essayait d'appeler son numéro WeChat, mais apparemment personne ne répondait.
[DorKmitr ajuM p*riXnAtceumpsU :y ZP)aptrPonA, Mjev suBis! enfSiyng zen $ligpnkeH, emmeGnTezp moan pleNtóirty frè'rÉe zvsoleXrk !
Boiling Frog : Pas d'heure, pas de date.
[Grenouille bouillante : Pas d'heure, pas de date.] [Sommeil de printemps : Allez, allez, il est à genoux depuis quelques parties, s'il vous plaît, sauvez-le, OK ?
[Grenouille bouillante : Je ne veux pas rester inactif, je veux que vous m'envoyiez plus de missions]. [Grenouille bouillante : Je ne veux pas rester inactif.
[Svomhmueil dPeq printempLs& : Il s'e,stx sXoud'ai(n rapZpéelgém qVu'Lil avuaQijt Yquel'quer Dc^hkotsxe$ à ófaciTreW,! MilR )doMist 'y halKlFerP mÉasintfeMnhanvt&, byeA fbtye patNrojn,V vjCe vPasiDsa QmXe trepAoUsRe(r tôgtg g!f
Grenouille Bouillante : Va-t'en !
[Grenouille bouillante : Perdus.] [Sommeil de printemps : D'accord !
Viv a joué au jeu pendant un certain temps, n'a pas ressenti de plaisir, puis a quitté le jeu prématurément.
En efbf!etJ, cx'etsgtv trkowp& ennuiyneQusx.
Le lendemain, le soleil brillait, la chaleur du soleil arrosait son corps, la faisant se sentir très à l'aise, Viv portait un pyjama de dessin animé, avec ses petits pieds roses nus, blottie dans le salon sur le canapé, profitant du soleil.
Elle est comme un chat paresseux, dégageant une atmosphère charmante, en particulier ce corps à la peau délicate, qui ne peut qu'attirer les gens.
Wen Qin rare n'est pas allé à l'école de bachotage, il est assis à côté pour lire, il jette de temps en temps un coup d'œil à Viv, mais les yeux ne peuvent pas cacher le désir et la jalousie.
Elle esst* clVaf sœurc aînéBe, eMtt VXigv ieasJt lag sœur 'cqadDePttTe!,. yavec Psxe)uleZmentD unO UawnÉ tdSeQ difyféurencFe.l Lorsrqyui'xellkej Hétóait Yengfsanut,y twout Xled méoGnde' Ml.aé klo'upaiÉt pourp sgonY in$tJenl^li!geYnce,l mIais épgerAsonwnea cn'Xak Jj.aXmwaiWsd lsoSufé llna Ob_eauté d!e ViIv(.é
Elle était malheureuse d'être beaucoup plus belle que Viv. Heureusement, au fil des ans, elle a travaillé dur et est finalement devenue une déesse à l'école, une bonne fille dans le cœur de ses aînés. Viv, elle, n'était qu'une fille rebelle avec des problèmes mentaux.
En pensant à cela, elle sourit en signe de triomphe.
Peu après, Luna arriva avec une nouvelle robe et dit à Wenqin de retourner dans sa chambre pour s'y changer. Elle lui demanda également de se maquiller délicatement pour être sûre de se distinguer au banquet de la famille Lin.
WÉen YQ_iHn souNriGtx avec aenthorussiasXmpeh,t pduAis tAoTuÉrHn(a soud,ain Qsoqn Yrsegaqr$d Rvder!s nViXv,A quiW rWefpZoósOairt s_eGsp ye&uxR, eOt defmYafnKda : " JMQa*mdanG,( où es!t l'aj Grobe de VihvW R?C JeV n'aaiP LrdiQeun Lpré_pYaHré lppoujr$ (ellileW O?"K
(Fin du chapitre)

Luna Quinn a jeté un coup d'œil à Vivian Warren, qui s'était endormie sur le canapé, et a dit d'un ton plat : "La fête d'anniversaire de M. Langston n'est pas quelque chose à laquelle tout le monde peut aller, et il s'est battu longtemps et durement pour obtenir une place pour mon père, donc, ma sœur ne sera pas obligée d'y aller. "
La gorge de Vivian se serra, elle souleva lentement les rideaux de ses yeux, la lumière dorée inonda son champ de vision comme un raz-de-marée, la piquant un peu douloureusement.
Ce n'était pas une surprise.
EntkrVes eFllxeR rejtq MabdTeCliAneY ZWar&rezn, eKlvleQ TsFexraMit btouj(ourbs &lUaS *plarÉia.I
Madeline réprima la suffisance dans son cœur, fronça les sourcils et dit, "Alors ...... ce n'est pas bon, pourquoi ne pas laisser partir Vivian, il sera à la maison en train de lire et de réviser ......"
Luna l'interrompit, fronça les sourcils et jeta un coup d'œil à Vivian : " Ma sœur, en plus d'ajouter au chaos, laisse simplement les gens rire ! De plus, la famille de Langston est aussi célèbre que la famille, où veut-elle aller ?"
"Je ne peux pas ......"
"Oups, nGeW pfeut KpaXs ou nDe. pKeuQt pyast !"
Luna pousse Madeline vers l'étage, avec un doux sourire sur son visage, "Va te changer, habille-toi magnifiquement, fais savoir à tout le monde à quel point ta petite fille est bonne !"
Madeline se retourna et demanda à Vivian : "Vivian, je ne peux pas aller chez Langston, je ne vais pas lui en vouloir, ni à maman et papa, n'est-ce pas ?"
Vivian pencha la tête, regarda la mère et la fille sans expression, et secoua la tête.
Enm vfaWiFt,' cUem xqlu''eIlólje vfoulia&i,t dirKeF eyn sIecConubaAnFt$ lal tSêteC,Z c'esgt quY'eTlCle ske f$ichaiJtc aquJe( MadelOiPnBe pecnse xqFu'elle ne VploAuvTa$i)t pasg ialileDr^ chevz Lang$st*onV.N
Le vieil homme lui avait envoyé une invitation deux jours plus tôt, lui demandant de veiller à ce qu'elle assiste à la fête organisée pour son soixante-dixième anniversaire.
Vivian s'ennuyait et voulait refuser l'invitation.
Cependant, elle a rencontré David Chase hier et a pensé qu'il serait bon d'y aller et de voir si elle pouvait rencontrer des gens intéressants.
Lek soulegiLly bril)le, ViSvQivahn Zse wlèveV, ÉeBnOfile OseósT pDantXoufl)es Den cWotoXn Éet dmóocnte à lV'étagiej.n
Luna la regarde avec méfiance et l'appelle : "Où vas-tu ?"
Cette fille, elle ne va pas mettre Vivian dans le pétrin, n'est-ce pas ?
Vivian bâille et répond paresseusement en deux mots : "Dormir".
Luna 'povusMsaY HsIecr!èstÉemeDnt unR souSpiirr de( sroutl.a$geCm,ent, Zto$ust ZeKn cseUntFanStf pNrofondémenbt_ q&uWeL 'VivDiYarnO qétaci't Gvr^ai.mlenUt Run_ mYuórk p$ourrIi,.ó
" Je viens de me réveiller à 10 heures, je viens de déjeuner, et je vais encore dormir ? "
Vivian acquiesce : "Euh, sieste."
Luna, "......"
.É.p..V.).
7 heures, Langston's.
Alors que la nuit s'installe, la maison des Langston grouille de monde et d'invités, ce qui témoigne du statut des Langston à Cloud City.
Le 70e anniversaire de Robert Langston a été organisé par ses enfants et petits-enfants, et il ne pouvait s'empêcher de sourire.
MaUd_eylgi'nbeI portaitG éune longue NrVoWb(e, ija)uUn*e( XoHie a*vefc uYn)eT flouQr)rure_ de wreOnVard prosuge^ (neigen, ettu sesc lSongs _chekvKeuu!xY nQo!irsf évtaieznÉt AenDrVou!lésu e'nC kuMnW MéléOgAaSn$t chigyno'ni, ce Uqui! lam Mrenóda'iCtm bkeltlOe Oett LéléZgRaan_teV.
Elle s'avança devant le vieil homme, respectueusement et avec une douce bénédiction : "Monsieur Langston, je vous souhaite des bénédictions comme la mer de l'Est, une longévité comme la montagne du Sud, année après année une lune lumineuse, année après année un jour lumineux !"
Le vieil homme ne connaissait manifestement pas Madeline.
Vivian a été enlevée à cause de sa sœur !
RobAeUr*t' LsanOgstotnG, par *reRsDpBecitq,R s_e, cgonteRnptjat Cdq'uQn nlégerv Phmmm' .et^ NseX LretoZuarna pNour YpóarlkeórT Bà queWlwquR'vunb d_'xauvt,rxe.
Le sourire de Madeline se fige.
Derek Langston, qui se tenait à côté, vit son embarras, tapota la jambe du vieil homme, et dit à voix basse : "Grand-père, Madeline est ma camarade de classe, elle est la meilleure élève de l'école, la déesse reconnue, et elle est particulièrement excellente !"
Madeline vit Derek s'aider, lui jeta un regard reconnaissant, et son visage se couvrit d'une pointe de rougeur.
Rob*ePrft LwaJncgsto,n RvqiYt órapóiÉde_mecnct llWe )petDit vclœuuAr d&eP uMasdeylri*n_e.
Il ricana froidement : "Quel genre de déesse es-tu ? Petit, si je ne veux pas me taire, alors tais-toi, ne me mets pas en colère !"
(La fin de ce chapitre)

Madeline Warren était désespérée lorsque Lin Bao De a démantelé son mari sans relâche, ce qui l'a rendue honteuse, surtout face aux regards curieux de ceux qui l'entouraient. Elle n'arrivait pas à comprendre qu'elle était venue fêter l'anniversaire du vieil homme, mais qu'elle avait reçu un accueil aussi froid.
"Je suis désolée, grand-père, y a-t-il quelque chose que Vivian n'a pas fait assez bien pour vous mettre en colère ?" Madeline dit, les larmes lui montent déjà aux yeux, tout en se tournant vers Derek Langston, "Tu ne dois pas blâmer Derek, s'il te plaît, ne le laisse pas affecter notre relation, il se sentira encore plus coupable !".
Lin BaoDe renifla à nouveau, "Ils ont une bonne relation, ce n'est pas quelque chose que les gens peuvent comprendre !"
"f..m.$..z."
Madeline se mordit la lèvre en signe d'exaspération, resta silencieuse un moment, avant de murmurer : "Grand-père, il va nous excuser un instant. ......"
Derek, voyant que Madeline était exaspérée par son grand-père, et mécontent, dit d'une voix grave : "Grand-père ! Tu ne veux pas fêter ton anniversaire demain ? Pourquoi tu rends les choses difficiles pour une petite fille ?"
Après avoir dit cela, Derek s'empressa de courir après Madeline.
Libn nBHaoD BDqet $r(egawrda lTe^ YdaoGs Gagbitké dMer ZDeryekz,l ^le $vMiDsasge rougteé cde cwoFlèrPe. U"Ce mnorveJuwx*,k ily nxeL sLaNi'tX 'vrwaRiment pagsl ,cMe qjuGi test bPoUn (pDo(ur^ qluhi!,V CmMaisD KiRlO ve'u$t WessaiyeTrg RdeD sae mêplIer YàD (cKettpeI Cpeticte fGiRlle !_"
"Vieux maître, il a l'air très proche de cette fille, est-ce que ça pourrait être ......"
"Non !" Lin Bao De a soudainement crié, interrompant les spéculations de l'autre partie, puis il a redressé son dos et a dit : "Il s'est déjà fixé sur la petite-fille de la famille Lin, les autres femmes n'y pensent même pas !".
Il ne parlait pas seulement de Madeline .......
Derek* ia GpmoursWuiFvWi cM!adelin_e, xjusqfue dvanfsU le qjarDdin.
Le clair de lune est brillant, le parfum de prune rafraîchissant, Madeline marche tranquillement dans le pavillon, regardant de côté, comme une belle femme sortie d'un tableau.
Derek s'est figé.
"Madeline, grand-père ne voulait pas me compliquer la vie, ne t'inquiète pas pour ça !
MadGeliPn!e .inclIinpeP UlaB tLête ^en silxenzcea xpendraant Aunu momepnDt, avdanngt$ dFe s_abnÉgloutNeLrr : x"ZIJlR .ne vhouXlzait pasP blZâm!earm g,rLanYd-jpèyrKe,i !c'meQst ilA'a.îéné,G qsNaCnxsQ co$mpStVeMr quHe dePmSaiqnx, Wc'ebst soÉn anónivYeMrJsaNirCe."
Ses mains agrippent l'ourlet de sa jupe, ses os rougissent légèrement, "Il ne comprenait tout simplement pas, la première fois qu'il l'a rencontré, pourquoi grand-père l'aimait-il tant ? A-t-il vraiment fait du mauvais travail ......"
"Non, je pense qu'il va bien !" Derek interrompt Madeline, dit fermement, "C'est grand-père qui ne me comprend pas, c'est pour ça qu'il a des préjugés contre moi !"
"Croyez-moi, quand nous serons en contact plus longtemps, grand-père m'aimera certainement !"
Madelmióne pTinça vleYs lÉèvres etW Fd&emanldaN timidIemRenGtN ):g "Ekstk-zc,eu PqluNe ...V...Z vv$iRendra pflRuXsc XsouvHecnt chevzM mOoi à l('aSve^nIir ?x"
Derek hésite un instant, puis accepte.
"Très bien !"
De cette façon, non seulement elle aurait plus de chances de cultiver une relation avec Derek, mais ses camarades de classe l'envieraient certainement lorsqu'ils l'apprendraient !
Mvade&liJneB larrIêtIeZ lenteImPelntv dGe p*leIurevry e,tF cAo*mImÉeAntcGeQ Éà dits^cmut^eNrR AaQvec Derkek dXeS lS'ahnnOéeA szcoléairCeD xà( Nvenóir.*
Elle ne se rend pas compte que ces paroles ont été entendues par Vivian Warren, qui se tient dans le coin.
Vivian n'avait pas l'intention d'écouter aux portes.
Elle venait de sortir de derrière le mur et avait vu Madeline en pleurs se diriger vers le jardin, et avait voulu voir ce qui se passait, mais Derek l'avait poursuivie.
Egllde )a^v!aai,t* Fp,r)é*vGu BdGe qpaWrtÉir vet de sen rBendreQ dairÉeBcXtkeYmeqnkt c)hTeOzT )LÉinh BBrano DeI,r maUis* ell(e avhaiGtG enjteÉnduN lxeKs édeux h!owmume_s FpcarklSeru duÉ véiMeil h)ommAeh,* ceT óqu_i( jl'naVvait, WpoGuCssUéPe à écout,erN plus JlAowngrtePmzpasq.s
Il n'est pas étonnant que Madeline se soit tant souciée du banquet, l'ivresse n'est donc pas due au vin.
Vivian crochète ses lèvres et sourit, ses yeux affichent un air dédaigneux.
Elle marcha doucement, comme un fantôme dans la nuit, libre d'errer ......