Forget me not [Yandere Family x Reader]

Chapter 46 - NO!

The mansion was shrouded in an eerie silence as I paced the confines of my room, the weight of the situation pressing down upon me like a suffocating blanket. 

The brothers had sequestered themselves away for another one of their clandestine meetings, leaving me to wonder and worry about the machinations unfolding behind closed doors.

A soft knock at the door broke the stillness, and I hurried to answer, my heart leaping with hope. Sure enough, it was Rosey, her expression grave and her eyes darting nervously down the hallway.

"Quick, let me in," she whispered, slipping past me and into the room.

I closed the door behind her, my mind racing with questions. "What's going on, Rosey? Have you heard anything?"

She shook her head, her brow furrowed with concern. "Nothing concrete, but the tension in this place is thick enough to cut with a knife. The brothers have been holed up for hours, and the staff is on edge."

I nodded, my stomach twisting into knots. The Windsors' secrecy was nothing new, but the timing of this particular meeting filled me with a sense of dread.

Were they onto us?

Had they uncovered our plan to unravel their web of lies?

"Do you think they suspect something?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Rosey's expression darkened. "It's hard to say. They're always so guarded, so careful to keep their true intentions hidden. But I can't shake this feeling that something big is happening."

I sank onto the edge of the bed, my mind whirling with possibilities. What if the brothers had discovered our connection to Jasmine and the investigation? What if they were planning their next move, tightening their grip on us like a vise?

Rosey must have sensed my growing anxiety, for she moved to sit beside me, her hand finding mine in a comforting gesture. "Hey, don't go borrowing trouble just yet," she murmured. "We don't know anything for sure."

I nodded, taking a deep breath in an effort to calm my racing thoughts. Rosey was right – jumping to conclusions would only serve to fuel my fears and undermine our resolve.

"You're right," I said, squeezing her hand gratefully. "We need to stay focused and vigilant. If the brothers are up to something, we'll figure it out, together."

Rosey's lips curved into a small smile, her eyes shining with determination. "Exactly. We've come too far to let them win now."

We lapsed into a comfortable silence, drawing strength from each other's presence. In the midst of the Windsors' web of lies and deception, our bond had become a lifeline, a tether to the truth that we were fighting so desperately to uncover.

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of footsteps in the hallway broke the stillness. Rosey and I exchanged a knowing glance, our bodies tensing in anticipation.

"I should go," Rosey murmured, rising to her feet. "But I'll be back as soon as I can. Stay strong, and remember – we're in this together."

I nodded, offering her a resolute smile. "Together," I echoed, the word carrying the weight of our shared determination.

As Rosey slipped out of the room, I felt a renewed sense of purpose coursing through my veins.

The air was thick with tension as Rosey slipped back into my room after a few hours, her eyes alight with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. Before I could even open my mouth to speak, she held up a hand, silencing me.