Chuchotements dans le manoir Hawke

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.

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Trop tard pour réfléchir à ce qui s'était passé, la porte de la chambre fut soudainement ouverte d'un coup de pied, et les jurons aigus d'une femme parvinrent directement à ses oreilles.
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Jessica les fixa avec colère, et à chaque pas qu'elle faisait, son frisson augmentait. Elle suivit le regard des servantes et se figea quelques secondes comme si elle avait été frappée par la foudre.
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"Traînez cet homme de l'Est et donnez-le à manger aux chiens ! Samantha Young tremblait de colère, pointant Jessica du doigt et donnant des ordres.
Quelques serviteurs se regardèrent avec incrédulité, puis entourèrent Jessica.
"Laissez-moi partir ! Je ne sais même pas ce qui se passe !" Jessica battit des pieds, paniquée, essayant désespérément de reculer, détestant la pensée de cet homme froid derrière elle, et voulant le mettre en pièces.
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Jessica a failli mourir à cause de leur colère. Hier soir, elle a été assommée sans raison, elle n'a rien su après, et maintenant elle lui met toute la faute sur le dos.
Il est évident qu'elle a perdu son innocence, mais on dit qu'elle a profité d'Alex, où est la justice ?
"Qu'est-ce que vous attendez ? Traînons-la dehors !" Samantha ordonna à nouveau avec fureur, et plusieurs serviteurs masculins entourèrent immédiatement Jessica.
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Les grands hommes ignorèrent simplement sa résistance, c'était l'ordre de la jeune femme, elle n'osait pas désobéir.
Jessica était déjà soulevée, et l'instant d'après, quelqu'un essayait d'enlever les couvertures.
Elle avait l'air très changée, elle voulait juste jurer, mais soudain une voix froide a retenti : "Laissez-la partir !"
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Tout le monde sait qu'Alex a généralement l'air gentil, mais une fois qu'il est en colère, il est comme un Satan qui sort de l'enfer, il est effrayant.
"Le deuxième jeune maître ......" Le domestique a senti la froideur émanant d'Alex, et il était si froid qu'il n'a pas pu se tenir debout et a retiré sa main.
Alex ramassa Jessica, son regard froid balaya la foule et fit ressentir à tous une pression invisible.
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Bébé ? Jessica se maudit en son for intérieur.
Jessica se maudit en son for intérieur. En l'appelant si affectueusement, ils se connaissent bien ? Elle n'a pas peur de perdre la face !
Attendez, qu'est-ce qu'un bébé ? A-t-il vraiment dit qu'elle était son bébé ?
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"Alex, est-ce que je sais au moins ce que je dis ? Ce n'est qu'une moins que rien !" s'exclama Samantha Young, les yeux écarquillés par le choc, en regardant Jessica Logan, qui était bercée dans les bras d'Alex. L'expression de Samantha était celle d'une colère bouillonnante, comme si elle voulait mettre Jessica en pièces sur-le-champ.
Depuis longtemps, des rumeurs circulaient sur les relations d'Alex Hawke avec des mannequins et des actrices, même si la véracité de ces histoires restait ambiguë. Pour Samantha, ces femmes avaient au moins un certain statut ; on pouvait parler d'elles, et même si c'était juste pour s'amuser, elles n'étaient pas l'objet de moqueries. Mais l'idée qu'il soit désormais lié à une simple personne de la famille Hawke lui était tout simplement insupportable.
"Il sait certainement ce qu'il fait. Et alors, qu'importe qu'elle soit modeste ? Au moins, c'est une femme avec un peu de dignité", répondit Alex, un sourire taquin se dessinant sur son visage, ses yeux brillants de malice en regardant Jessica. Cette vision fit frissonner Jessica.
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"Assez de bêtises", dit-il dédaigneusement, ignorant complètement son regard. "Je le répète, tout le monde dehors."
Les membres du groupe se regardèrent nerveusement les uns les autres, puis leurs regards se posèrent sur Samantha, attendant son ordre.
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Lorsqu'il atteignit le chiffre trois, Samantha se moqua, tourna les talons et sortit de la pièce.
L'agitation qui régnait dans la pièce se dissipa soudain, les serviteurs faisant de même, ne laissant derrière eux que le silence.
Jessica s'était retenue de gifler Alex devant tout le monde, sachant qu'elle était désavantagée. Toute riposte pourrait avoir des conséquences désastreuses. Maintenant qu'elles sont toutes les deux, il est temps de régler le problème.
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De toutes ses forces, Jessica l'a projeté sur lui, lui assénant un coup parfait qui a fait saigner son nez.
La vue du sang rouge vif apporta une bouffée de satisfaction à Jessica, lui redonnant momentanément le moral au milieu de sa fureur.
"Je ne suis pas une femme ?! Alex s'exclama, incapable de comprendre sa force surprenante, tout en attrapant des mouchoirs en papier pour arrêter le saignement de son nez.
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"Ne suis-je pas un homme ? Comment oses-tu malmener une femme ? Jessica repense aux actions d'Alex de la nuit précédente, estimant qu'il mérite de souffrir cent fois pour ce qu'il a fait.
Alex arbore un faux sourire incrédule, se moquant d'elle : " Tu n'es pas venue dans ma chambre de ton plein gré ? Pourquoi ne pas l'avouer ? Si tu n'avais pas le courage, tu n'aurais pas dû agir comme ça."
Jessica secoue vigoureusement la tête, niant toute responsabilité, "Pas question ! C'est quelqu'un d'autre qui l'a amené là !"
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Son regard s'attarde, presque inconsciemment, sur sa cheville délicate.
"Salaud, ne me regarde pas !" Jessica sentit ses joues rougir lorsqu'elle remarqua où étaient allés ses yeux. Dans un accès de rage, elle s'empara d'une lampe et la lança sur lui.
Alex l'esquiva facilement, un sourire froid se dessinant sur son visage. "Tu ne peux pas être un peu plus calme ?"
"C^alme ?S!V"H J&essjiqcaP rkiépóoste,^ óses pém$otioanbsl xs&oóntP à fzlneur Jdkeq TpPeaDud.m "bUn BmoVins équve .rien nem lcoUmpjtce paVs! commeX YuNneA XpemrsonDn.e ?Z FJje suAiMs kju,sXt.e équdeól.qu^'wun Jq'urem pt_uó pTeu'xq bruItaVlis&eNr. àM ta OgpuIise, H?^"
"Brutaliser ? Elle n'est pas juste une personne..." Alex sourit, son charme l'exaspérant encore plus alors qu'il se tournait vers la salle de bain.
Pendant un instant, Jessica se figea, se demandant s'il se moquait d'elle. Dans un élan de frustration, elle attrapa tout ce qu'elle pouvait trouver à portée de main et visa son dos.
Alex lui jeta un regard noir en attrapant l'oreiller volant, le déchirant, les plumes s'éparpillant dans toutes les directions. "Si tu continues comme ça, les frais médicaux de mon frère pour ce mois-ci pourraient bien s'évanouir dans les airs.

Le sang de Jessica Logan bouillait, et bien qu'elle soit tellement en colère qu'elle a failli exploser, elle a pris une grande respiration et a réussi à retrouver un semblant de raison. Elle regarda Alex Hawke entrer dans la salle de bain, puis entendit le bruit de l'eau qui ruisselait, chercha précipitamment ses vêtements, les enfila au hasard et se prépara à s'enfuir.
Cependant, deux silhouettes attendant à la porte lui bloquèrent le passage, et les gardes du corps vêtus de noir ne tardèrent pas à l'attraper et à la forcer à s'enfuir.
"Où l'emmène-t-on ? !" Jessica ne se souciait pas du tout de la rudesse des deux hommes, se sentant comme un oiseau sans défense, conduit dans une pièce inconnue.
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Steven s'assit sur la chaise devant le bureau, ne dit pas un mot, Jessica n'osa pas parler, elle se contenta de rester silencieuse.
"Vous, les filles de Logan, vous n'avez jamais l'esprit tranquille." Les mots tombèrent, Steven tourna lentement la chaise, les yeux aiguisés comme un couteau, avec une oppression monstrueuse.
Il regardait Jessica en face, comme s'il la considérait comme une proie, lui rendant la respiration difficile.
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"Ce ne sont pas mes affaires ! Et en plus, c'est lui la victime !" Jessica détourna le regard, ne voulant pas s'expliquer ; Steven avait manifestement décidé de s'en remettre à Alex pour se protéger de la famille Hawke, et il ne servait à rien qu'elle dise quoi que ce soit.
Les yeux de faucon de Steven s'assombrirent et il retourna à la table en silence, fixant Jessica du regard tout en s'approchant d'elle d'une manière lente et enjouée.
Jessica savait qu'il la scrutait et elle lui rendit son regard.
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Elle ne pouvait tolérer l'insulte de Steven à l'égard de la famille Logan, et le regarda sans crainte, ses mots résonnant : "La famille Hawke est-elle si déraisonnable ? Alors que c'est clairement la faute de votre fils, vous voulez rejeter la responsabilité sur quelqu'un d'autre ?"
Pour Jessica, peu importe qui l'a assommée, Alex est le coupable et ne peut échapper à la responsabilité.
Après quelques secondes de silence dans la pièce, Steven se lève soudain, sort un pistolet silencieux d'un tiroir et l'appuie violemment sur la tempe de Jessica.
"yPet,iOtqe fbijll)eQ, tsmi )tVu$ osóesY wme ZpWarlher' ZchomOmHe dçéai,j Ujxe vvais ^tJe PmwoMnFtQrZe*r ce& qu'eqsvtp ,lDe !dése$sp.oÉiwr'"a.A SHa vJozix éthaiht Éc_oqmmeM uSnm TgZrVoIgznSemeAnt Pdhe' lt'enfetrI, rYemplgi dOel mbenaIc)esU déÉmonpiraquhesm.
Jessica n'avait pas peur de la mort, elle y était préparée. Elle ne connaissait pas la rancune entre Steven et son père, mais elle pouvait être sûre que Steven n'était certainement pas une bonne personne.
Depuis qu'elle a été adoptée comme humble servante chez les Hawke, elle a senti la rancœur dans le cœur de Steven. Maintenant qu'elle a une relation avec Alex, Steven craint qu'il ne la laisse pas partir facilement.
"S'il a vraiment peur de la mort, pourquoi ne me laisse-t-il pas partir ? Jessica fixa les yeux de Steven, calme en apparence, mais son cœur battait violemment et elle avait des sueurs froides.
Alexl ha p,riés rune pd*oucWhe et Hest sWortQi)e,^ ulIa, $p^ièceT ét.ait rempltiÉe pd',un l'ég.edr NpaOrIfuém,s claa _silhOozueKt!tZep dTe JyesQsica Taxvóaiét !disSpBarPu OdDeupuCiWs lvongteymps.
Il a regardé la chambre en désordre, l'image de la nuit dernière est très présente dans son esprit, il ne peut s'empêcher d'afficher un sourire de réminiscence.
Soudain, on frappa à la porte, et Evan dit à voix basse : "Jeune maître, Jessica a été emmenée par le maître."
Les mouvements d'Alex se sont arrêtés un instant, puis il a changé de vêtements et s'est précipité vers le bureau.

L'arme de Steven Hawke est pointée sur la tête de Jessica Logan, quand la voix du garde du corps se fait entendre à l'extérieur de la porte : "Jeune maître, je ne peux pas entrer là-dedans !".
À ce moment précis, la porte a été ouverte d'un coup de pied, et deux gardes du corps ont été facilement mis à terre par Alex Hawke, qui s'est recroquevillé de douleur.
Alex Hawke entra en souriant : "Père, ces gardes du corps sont vraiment mauvais, comme des limaces incompétentes, comment peuvent-ils me protéger ?"
"QBuY'qes)t-cJec Pque j(eN fzaCinsó ici ? *SoUrÉtLez Ydj'FijcÉi '!C"g SteWvenD Hawke 'rSuggxi,th.
"Il devait avoir peur que je tue ses jouets, c'est pour ça qu'il est venu me voir." Les yeux d'Alex jetèrent un coup d'œil sur l'arme posée sur les genoux de son père, et restèrent nonchalamment devant, s'interposant entre Jessica et Steven Hawke, comme s'ils les maintenaient volontairement à distance.
"Le jouet ? Tu parles de cette femme ?" Steven Hawke pousse un grognement incrédule, ses yeux se tournant vers Jessica.
Alex se penche et s'assure que Jessica n'est pas blessée avant de répondre : "Elle est la propriétaire de la famille Hawke, ne peut-elle pas être un jouet pour lui, le deuxième plus jeune maître ? Il pense toujours que les Hawke ont le pouvoir de faire tout ce qu'il veut."
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"Sans parler du fait qu'elle est la source de sang d'Emily, il ne veut pas perdre cette rare bouée de sauvetage à Emily à cause de son comportement impulsif de la nuit dernière." Chacune des paroles d'Alex, bien que défendant Jessica, était un soulagement pour le cœur de Steven Hawke.
Les mots d'Alex sur le besoin désespéré d'Emily pour le sang de Jessica.
Emily, la quatrième fille de Steven Hawke, est née avec une anémie de Fanconi, nécessitant souvent des transfusions sanguines, et son groupe sanguin est extrêmement rare, appartenant au groupe sanguin AB RH négatif, le groupe sanguin de Jessica est le même, chaque fois qu'Emily ne se sent pas bien, Jessica doit être forcée de lui transfuser du sang.
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"C'est bien que je la traite comme un jouet, mais je ne dois pas la laisser avoir des sentiments particuliers. Steven Hawke modéra son ton, rangea l'arme sur ses genoux, laissant en quelque sorte Jessica tranquille, "Pour cet homme, le corps et les sentiments peuvent être séparés, je devrais comprendre ce qu'il veut dire."
"Rassurez-vous père, les jouets, je sais comment m'en occuper." Alex garda son sourire, la seule chose qu'il révéla fut un soupçon de danger au fond de son sourire.
"Sortez d'ici, je ne veux plus revoir personne de la maison Logan." Steven Hawke jeta un regard dédaigneux à Jessica, qui poussa finalement un soupir de soulagement et se leva rapidement du sol, trébuchant hors de l'antre.
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En pensant à cela, Jessica secoua sévèrement la tête, tout est à cause d'Alex, le coupable c'est lui ! Même s'il l'avait aidée, cela n'effacerait pas ce qu'il a fait la nuit dernière.
Jessica marcha et secoua la tête, quelques servantes de bas niveau virent cette scène, riant délibérément et chuchotant, les yeux remplis d'un sens profond.
"Qu'est-ce que vous regardez ? !" Jessica sentit son visage s'enflammer, bien qu'elle ait voulu gronder ces femmes curieuses partout, mais maintenant la seule à être déshonorée est elle-même, elle ne peut même pas dire un seul mot superflu.
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Elle réussit à éviter tous les regards étranges, et lorsqu'elle arriva à la porte, elle vit une silhouette mince.
Comment Sophie Yates avait-elle pu ignorer que les événements du lendemain s'étaient répandus dans la famille Hawke ?
Jessica sentit son cœur se serrer, un malaise et une douleur indicibles se répandre en elle.