Chapter 63
In Chapter 64 of “Fireflies in Winter Rain” by Neil A. Varma, Carolyn is engulfed in a storm of emotions as she grapples with Cassian’s absence. After making thirty-six desperate calls to him, she feels a mix of rage and despair, questioning why he is neglecting her when she needs him most. Her frustration boils over as she lashes out, shattering a lamp in her room, desperately seeking answers about his whereabouts and the mysterious situation surrounding Roana, Cassian’s wife. The servants try to calm her, but their reassurances only fuel her anger and sense of betrayal.
As the night progresses, Carolyn’s emotions swing between fury and despair. She feels abandoned and betrayed by Cassian, who seems to prioritize Roana over her. The tension escalates when she learns that Cassian has spent the night caring for Roana, leaving her feeling completely disregarded. Despite her heartbreak, Carolyn’s mind begins to plot revenge, seeking ways to regain control and eliminate Roana from Cassian’s life. The chapter captures the intensity of Carolyn’s emotional turmoil, illustrating her desperation and determination to reclaim her place in Cassian’s heart.
The next morning brings a chilling realization for Carolyn as she overhears servants discussing Cassian’s choice to ignore her calls in favor of Roana. This betrayal ignites a fierce resolve within her, prompting her to adopt a facade of calm while secretly plotting her next move. She recognizes the opportunity presented by Roana’s injuries and decides to harness this situation to her advantage. Carolyn’s transformation from a heartbroken woman to a calculating strategist marks a pivotal moment in her character development.
When Carolyn meets with her shadow guard, her frustration boils over, and she expresses a desire for Roana’s elimination. The guard’s indifference to her emotional plight only deepens her resolve, and she insists on taking decisive action against Roana. This interaction highlights Carolyn’s shifting mindset, as she moves from a place of vulnerability to one of empowerment, ready to seize control of her destiny. The chapter concludes with a sense of foreboding, as Carolyn’s plans for revenge begin to take shape, setting the stage for further conflict and intrigue.
**Fireflies in Winter Rain — Neil A. Varma p>
**Chapter 64 p>
Carolyn,
I fixed my gaze on the phone, willing it to crack under the intensity of my stare. My jaw clenched tightly, a physical manifestation of the whirlwind of rage and icy despair swirling within me. Thirty-six times. Thirty-six calls to Cassian, each one a desperate plea that fell into the void. The number of messages I had sent was lost to me, but I knew they were countless, all met with silence.
What was he doing? Who was he with? Why couldn’t he find the time to come to me? What could possibly be more important than the woman who had stood steadfastly by his side through every storm? How dare he treat me this way?
Hot, bitter tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I pushed them back, fueled by a rising tide of fury and disappointment. I snatched the phone from the table, my legs feeling weak and unsteady, like jelly beneath me. Yet, as the anger surged, I felt my blood begin to boil.
I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I let out a scream, raw and unrestrained, echoing through the room. “Cassian, you bastard! How could you abandon me when I need you the most?” The sound clawed its way from my throat, a primal cry that sent my servants rushing into the room, their faces pale and filled with alarm.
“My Lady, please calm down!” Butler Mathew entered, his brow furrowed with concern. His voice, though soft, held an edge of urgency as his eyes scanned me, assessing the damage.
“He has something important to deal with,” he said, trying to soothe the storm brewing inside me.
“Something important?” I exploded, hurling the table lamp against the wall. The glass shattered, sending shards flying, and the light flickered wildly across the room. “What could possibly be more important than me? What could be more important than his best friend lying helplessly in bed?” I fell to my knees, my voice rising in desperation. My nails dug into my palms, crescents of pain that grounded me in my fury.
“Please, do not act recklessly. The healer assured us you would be alright with proper care,” Mathew warned, his voice trembling slightly with urgency.
“I don’t care! Tell him to come to me. He owes me this,” I commanded, my voice brittle and strained, tasting the metallic tang of frustration at the back of my throat.
The servants exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting confusion as if I were speaking a language they did not understand.
“My Lady, His Majesty has not returned home. He has not taken any calls from Beta Lorenzo either. We are unaware of his whereabouts,” Mathew replied, each word carefully chosen, as if he were walking on eggshells.
They didn’t know. Where could he possibly be, leaving the Pack behind?
“Wait, where is Roana? Where is she?” I pressed, my voice cracking with urgency. Maybe he had gone to find her; he had been asking about her just days before.
Desperation gnawed at my insides, and I bit my nails until each fingertip throbbed. He could not forget his loyalty, not after everything we had endured together. He had taken a wife, yet he had the audacity to forget the woman who had stood by him through thick and thin.
“The Luna Queen has not been home for two days. We do not know her whereabouts either,” Mathew answered, his tone steady but tinged with concern.
Two days. I replayed the moment I had told Cassian I had seen her. Had he discovered my lie? Was that the reason for his silence? The thought made my stomach twist with dread.
What should I do? What if he never came home?
“My Lady, it is past midnight. His Majesty has been investigating the matter since the beginning. It may be wise to leave him be for now,” Butler Mathew advised, his voice low but firm, as if he were trying to anchor me in this storm of emotions.
“Are you suggesting that my desire to see him is somehow complicating things? Who am I in this equation?” I shrieked, my voice rising in pitch.
“His Majesty does not care who we are when he is angry, My Lady. He spent the entire night searching for clues. If you persist in annoying him, it will not bode well for any of us, least of all you,” Mathew stated bluntly, the truth hanging heavy in the air. The servants had grown weary of my outbursts. A small, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of my lips before I quickly suppressed it.
In a way, he was right. Cassian was a tempest, quick to rage and slow to calm. But why, oh why, could he not come to me tonight? He had seemed fine just yesterday.
“Please, get some rest. We will inform him tomorrow,” Mathew urged, his voice softening as the servants turned to leave, their footsteps fading into the distance. They abandoned me like an island in a receding tide.
I lay back down, staring at my knees. If only I could do something more, maybe he would finally rid himself of that woman. My mind raced through various possibilities, plotting punishments and manipulations. If the servants dared to disrespect me, they would face the consequences. A shiver ran down my spine as I envisioned the retribution I would unleash.
I drifted off to sleep, my mind weaving together a plan that would unfold in the light of day. Tomorrow, I would take control.
**Next morning p>
I awoke to the soft whispers of servants bringing breakfast, their voices low and cautious, as if they feared my hearing had sharpened overnight. Their words were clear enough to reach my ears.
“Yes, it seems he spent the entire night by her side. He even stayed awake to call the nurse himself,” one servant murmured, resignation lacing his tone.
“No wonder he didn’t come back last night. He even ignored Lady Carolyn’s calls,” the other voice chimed in, tinged with guilt.
My heart plummeted at those words, realization crashing over me like icy water. Cassian had chosen to ignore my calls, my messages, my desperate pleas—all for that woman? He had done this to me?
My blood boiled, but a piece of advice from Roana echoed in my mind, a taunt that felt like a dagger. Never bark.
I would turn her words against her.
With a composed exterior, I rose and smoothed my expression into one of practiced calm. I greeted the servants with a smile, sweet yet sharp, like a blade concealed beneath sugar. Beneath this polite facade, my mind was ablaze with schemes.
As I sipped my tea and engaged in pleasantries, I learned that Roana had suffered severe injuries. The servants shrugged, their expressions hinting that misfortune could be turned to advantage.
My interest piqued. Whatever had transpired, I would harness it for my benefit. This was an opportunity not to be squandered; the chance to eliminate her entirely was a rare and glittering prospect.
Once the servants departed, I summoned my shadow guard with a message.
“My Lady. Good morning,” he greeted upon arrival, a smirk dancing on his lips as he leaned closer, his shadow casting a dark stain across my lap. His fingers hovered near my knees, possessive and familiar.
I narrowed my eyes, discomfort prickling at the intimacy of his touch. “You called me too late. Now these knees won’t be able to wrap around my waist,” he teased, his tongue laced with insolence.
I slapped him hard, the sound cracking like thunder in the silence. “What have you been doing? She has his attention again!” My voice trembled, a mix of hurt and venom lacing my words.
He merely poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek and stood, indifferent. “I informed my northern spies about her. What more do you want from me? Should I kill her myself p>
A thrill ran through my body at the suggestion, not of fear, but exhilaration. “Then do it. I want her gone.” My voice was small but resolute, like a hawk honing in on its prey.
His expression hardened, tinged with something resembling pity. “Then why didn’t you do that ten years ago? My Lady p>
In the wake of the tumultuous night, Carolyn found herself standing at a crossroads of emotion, her heart a battleground of despair and fury. The realization that Cassian had chosen to ignore her calls in favor of Roana struck her like a cruel betrayal, igniting a firestorm within her that threatened to consume everything she had once held dear. Yet, as the dawn broke and the remnants of her rage began to settle, a newfound clarity emerged. Carolyn understood that she could no longer be a passive participant in this cruel game of love and loyalty; the time had come to reclaim her agency. The bitter taste of betrayal fueled her resolve, transforming her anguish into a weapon she would wield with precision.
With a calm facade masking the tempest within, Carolyn plotted her next move, embracing the darkness that had taken root in her heart. The thrill of potential vengeance coursed through her veins, and she felt invigorated by the prospect of seizing control of her fate. No longer would she allow herself to be overshadowed by Roana or the whims of Cassian. Instead, she would harness the chaos of her emotions, turning her pain into power. As she prepared to unleash her carefully orchestrated plan, Carolyn realized that she was not merely a victim of circumstance; she was a force to be reckoned with, ready to confront the storm head-on and emerge victorious in a world that had long sought to diminish her light.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
In the upcoming chapter, the tension between Carolyn and Cassian is set to reach a boiling point as her simmering rage transforms into a calculated plan of vengeance. With Roana’s precarious situation hanging in the balance, Carolyn’s determination to reclaim her position will drive her to make bold and dangerous moves. As she navigates the treacherous waters of loyalty, betrayal, and ambition, readers can expect to witness her transformation from a heartbroken woman into a formidable force, ready to exploit any weakness in her rival.
Meanwhile, Cassian’s whereabouts and his actions during his absence will unravel further mysteries that may change the dynamics of their relationships. What has kept him away, and how will his choices affect the fragile alliances within the Pack? As he grapples with his responsibilities and the consequences of his decisions, the stakes will rise, leaving readers on the edge of their seats. Will Carolyn’s schemes succeed, or will they lead to her downfall? The next chapter promises revelations that will challenge loyalties, ignite passions, and set the stage for a confrontation that could alter the course of their lives forever.
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