After Death, Love Unveiled

Chapter 4

Asher's lace froze when he heard Elara's words. He wasn't about to a

argue anymore.

"If that's how you feel, fine. Walk your ass home," he said, completely unfazed, not a shred of guilt in his voice. Then he turned to his father. "Drive"

Jefferson glanced at Elara, then at Asher, remembering how Elara usually was with his son. No matter how ugly it gets, they'll make up in a couple of days. She's always easygoing, he figured.

With that in mind, Jefferson shrugged off Elara's dramatic reaction, started the car, and drove away.

Elara stood there, stunned by Asher's nerve. "Fucking assholes! she fumed inwardly.

People nearby snickered at the scene. "Serves her right. She was acting like a total bitch, they whispered, amused by her

situation.

To everyone's surprise, Elara laughed too-though it was a bitter, angry laugh. She fished out a phone-Asher's ancient, clunky Nokia. She'd actually traded her brand-new Apple 3, a birthday gift, for this piece of junk, all to spare his damn pride. The thought felt absurd now.

Still, she used the phone to call her father. A few minutes later, the same Maybach that had just left rolled back to the entrance. Jefferson stepped out, his face stormy. It was clear he'd been chewed out. "Miss Kensington," he said, his voice stiff, forced.

Elara didn't miss a beat. "You really screwed up this time, didn't you?" she said coldly

Jefferson threw a quick glance toward the car, where Asher was helping Daphne out.

Daphne, looking totally caught off guard, glanced nervously at Elara. "Elara, I know you don't like me, but there's no need to take it out on Asher. He's always been good to you," she said, trying to sound reasonable but clearly rattled.

Asher cut her off sharply. "Don't. Say. A word to her, he snapped, making it clear that Elara had gone too far for his liking.

Elara didn't bother responding to either of them. Instead, she slid into the back seat, rolling down the window just before they drove off. She looked at Asher one last time, her smile calm, but full of finality. "Goodbye."

As they pulled away from the school, Jefferson stole a glance at Elara through the rearview mirror

Her icy calm caught him off guard, and he felt compelled to say something. "Miss Kensington, couples fight all the time. Don't take it to heart. Asher will apologize later. But without a ride, that poor guy might have to take the bus. Who knows how long he'll be stuck out there."

gaze turned icy, her voice sharp. If everyone else can take the bus, why the hell can't he? Or did you forget who signs your paycheck? If you've

dad, he thinks he can talk to

quickly fell silent, realizing he had

Fowler stared at her, shocked. "Miss Kensington, why are you back

tone was ice-cold. "There's Mr. Blackwood in

froze, completely caught off guard. When the hell

worshiping the ground he walked on. Even Asher and Jefferson had started acting

had bitten her tongue, knowing any complaints would only piss

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been caught up in Asher's drama, Elara had felt nothing but resentment toward her. Then, when Asher took over the family business, Ursa had been the first

Ursa standing here now, Elara's eyes stung

T'm going upstairs for

"Alright. Oh, and Mr. Hawthorne stopped by earlier. I'll let him

that was her father's doing. Elara had always been head over

someone else send him away. The two of them had barely exchanged words over

Lysander's men who had rushed her to the hospital. And even after everything that happened, he still considered her his fiancée. That thought

in the backyard, playing with

wanted for so long but kept her distance from because Asher hated pets. Watching Lysander now, so at ease with the dog, a wave of

was in his usual navy school uniform, nothing special, But on him, it looked good. Elara couldn't help but wonder how he

her death-how someone as successful as Lysander had stayed single all these years. The idea hit

Cotton, Lysander finally noticed her standing there. He looked like he wanted to come over but hesitated, probably

greeted

wasn't just his looks. It was his calm. grounded presence that really stood out. He was the same age as her, yet

general. His success was practically legendary. and it had always been a thorn

always talked shit about how Lysander's success was just because of his silver-spoon upbringing and all those fancy schools. He was sure that if he'd had the same

Asher saw Lysander hitting new highs, it pissed him off for no real reason, and before long. Elara found herself looking at

she really thought about it, she had no beef with him-Lysander had never done a thing to

right in front of her, Elara swallowed her emotions and asked, trying to sound chill. "What

you want?"

gave her a small smile. Just

know you don't wanna see me.