Charming Savage (CINDER CREW: MAFIA FAIRYTALE RETELLINGS) by Stephanie Swann EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Stephanie Swann
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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ONCE UPON A TIME, this house had been my castle—a testament to
grandeur and love, a place where laughter echoed off the walls and the
gardens bloomed with endless promise. Now, I stood before its skeletal
remains, the grandeur replaced by decay. The peeling paint hung like aged
skin, and the overgrown gardens clawed at the earth as if trying to escape
their own neglect. This was no fairy tale; it was a cemetery of dreams,
weathered by storms and indifference. I couldn’t wait to be out of New
Orleans. This place just reminded me of all the pain I held inside.
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My gaze traveled up the imposing facade, catching on broken shutters
that flapped in the breeze. Each step toward the once majestic front doors
tightened the knot in my chest.
“Late night?” My stepmother’s voice sliced through the morning silence.
Priscilla Trevaine loomed in the doorway, her presence commanding even
the sun to retreat behind clouds. Tall, elegant, a statue carved from ice—her
beauty was matched only by her cruelty. Shadows played across her
features, casting her dark eyes into hollow pits that seemed to swallow the
light.
“Work ran late,” I replied, voice steady despite the quiver in my heart.
“Those tables won’t clean themselves.” A thin smile curved her lips, but
her eyes remained cold, unfeeling.
“Of course not.” My fingers curled into my palms, nails biting into the
skin until they left crescent shaped indents.
“Now you can clean ours.” She stepped back, granting me entry, her
perfume trailing behind her.
The door creaked closed behind us with an ominous thud, sealing me
inside. I moved past her, each step echoing too loudly in the oppressive
silence. The air felt colder here, tainted by whispers of the Cinder Crew’s
dealings— of violence and power that had seeped into the very foundation.
My father would have been appalled. With a sigh, I cleaned the kitchen
before heading toward my room.
In the clutches of this crumbling sanctuary, Priscilla was queen—a spider
at the center of a web woven with deceit and ambition. And me? I was
merely the butterfly pinned against the wall, wings torn, yearning for the
sky. But as I ascended the staircase, avoiding the creaking boards, my mind
turned to my secret escape—the online courses that promised knowledge
and perhaps, one day, freedom. Somewhere beyond these suffocating walls
lay a world where I could weave dreams anew, far from the reach of Queen
Bitch’s icy grasp.
The first ray of sunlight was a traitor, sneaking through the cracks in the
curtains to drag me from the clutches of sleep. I lay there for a moment,
letting the warmth tease the chill from my skin—a fleeting caress before
reality set in. My lids fluttered open, revealing the stark walls of my prison
cell masquerading as a bedroom.
Another day.
I rolled out of bed, my feet touching the cold floor. The threadbare rug
did nothing to shield them from the bite of early morning. Making the bed
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