Sold to My Killer Husband: His Concubine's Dilemma
Chapter 31: Our little light.

Chapter 31: Our little light.

Liora’s fingers trembled as she held the pages delicately but firm, like they would fly away if she even loosen her hold on them, her eyes tracing the familiar curves of her mother’s handwriting. The ink had faded in places, smudged by time or perhaps by tears. She imagined her mother writing these words, unaware that they would one day reach her daughter under such circumstances.

Her breath hitched as she read the first letter, each word carving a deeper ache in her chest.

"My Liora, my little girl,

Mother is writing these letters to you as your father and I will be traveling to your grandmother’s home. Not Ginny Grandma; she is your father’s mother. I am talking about my mother.

I hope you will behave and not cause trouble for Ginny Grandma. Be a good child.

I am taking Nathan with us. Please understand that, my sweet girl. I promise we will return before the spring’s last snowfall, and when we do, I will bring you a new dress, the one in the color you love.

You have grown so quickly. Some nights, I wake up reaching for the little girl who once fit in my arms, only to realize that time has carried you forward.

But no matter how much time passes, you will always be our little light.

Mother and Father love you."

Liora’s vision blurred with tears.

"Nathan..." She recalled her brother’s name, a name she hadn’t heard spoken in so long.

For a moment, she could almost remember his small hands tugging at her sleeves, his laughter echoing in the house.

Had she called out for him when she was younger, waiting for their return?

Had she sat by the door, watching the seasons change, believing in their promise?

Tears spilled over, warm against her chilled skin. She pressed her lips together, trying to silence the sobs that shook her shoulders and which made her nose red.

She sniffled. She brought her long sleeves into use for wiping off her tears; her light red nightdress’s sleeves were wet. Liora now was forcing herself to steady her hands as she reached for the next page.

This one wasn’t addressed to her; it wasn’t meant for her at all. It was torn from a diary. The edges were jagged, as if someone had ripped it away in a hurry.

Liora wipped her tears and she hesitated before reading it with her heart pounding.

"My lord,

I saw him in my dreams again. He was standing in the rain, looking at me with eyes I have yet to understand.

Perhaps it is foolish of me, but I think I have fallen for him.

Before I confess anything, I must meet him again. I need to know if he likes me, too.

Would he smile at me the way he does at others?

Would he call my name the way he does in my dreams?

I wonder, if I reach out, will he take my hand?

Or will I wake up and find that it was only ever a dream?"

Liora let out a small, breathless laugh, though her hands were still shaking.

Her mother had been in love first. Had her father known?, Had he ever found this letter?

Or had it been lost before she could give it to him?

She turned the page over, brushing her fingers over the back.

That was when she noticed the letters had a seal, which was faded and had few cracks on it with time, which somehow made the design worn off and nonvisible, but Liora tried to concentrate on the seal. She squeezed her eyes to fight back the tears forming and making it difficult for her to see things clearly, but she tried to feel the seal, so she touched the seal carefully, softly, and ran her index finger on the design. To her, this was not the Miral family’s seal. Maybe it was from her mother’s family. As her aunt and uncle had never spoken of them, she never mentioned them or any event that happened to them, considering it was fate; she had never questioned it before.

But now she couldn’t stop the thoughts racing through her mind.She reached for another piece of parchment in the box. This one was worn at the edges, the ink a little lighter than the rest, It was shorter than the others.

And yet, it was the one that shattered her heart.

"My little light,

The road ahead is long, but I promise we will come back to you.

When the first spring blossom blooms, look for us.

If you miss me, hold your soft toy close.

And if you ever feel alone, remember, Mother and Father love you.

Always and Forever."

Liora let out a strangled sob, her hand covering her mouth as the tears spilled freely now, The letter crumpled slightly under her shaking fingers.

"Spring never came for them."

She was a child then. She hadn’t understood why.

But now...Now, she knew better that her aunt and uncle had lied to her.

Liora’s hands clenched around the papers, her nails digging into them as silent tears dripped onto the faded ink. The swam of tears which Liora was holding back now ran freely; she lay down on her bed as her long brown hair fell on her cheek, covering the corner of her right eye, They got wet in the tears flowing out , as she was letting the water flow down to her chin as the sleep took over her She fell asleep.

Although the person in the room opposite Liora’s was having trouble sleeping, Lucien’s patience had already worn thin as he rolled on his bed trying to get some sleep, but as usual, he could not, but the reason for his trouble in sleep was because of the sharp itch on his arm that was maddening him as he kept scratching it, but as soon as he touched it, it would burn him. The doctor’s absence was already infuriating, and now this.