The Bound Collision

Chapter 41

AUTHOR'S POV:-

The room was soaked in an eerie stillness, with the soft crackle of the fireplace being the only sound that broke the silence. The shadows danced across the walls, flickering with the rhythm of the flames as if they too were part of the game being played within this dimly lit space. It was a room that whispered of secrets, where the scent of old leather and whiskey seemed to fuse with something more sinister.

A woman sat at ease, almost too comfortably, in a velvet armchair near the fire. Her long, manicured fingers lightly gripped the stem of a wine glass, the deep red liquid within swirling slowly with each calculated movement she made. Her eyes gleamed darkly, reflecting the wine in her hand. Yet behind that poised exterior, there was something feral—like a predator biding its time.

Opposite to her, a man stood by the tall windows, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of whiskey. His presence was commanding, though his features remained obscured by the play of light and shadow. He stared out into the night, his posture relaxed but charged with a kind of energy that suggested something dangerous simmered beneath the surface.

The woman broke the silence, her voice low, dripping with venom that barely masked her anger.

"They're here," she said, her lips barely moving as she stared into the fire. "Gemini... and Atlas."

The man's head tilted ever so slightly, his whiskey swirling lazily in his glass. "I'm aware," he replied, his voice smooth but cold. "They've been here for a while now."

She took a long sip of her wine, then set the glass down delicately on the table beside her. "That bastard," she hissed, her fingers tightening around the arm of her chair. "He's even taught Atlas to lie. Can you imagine? My own son, standing there and pretending I don't exist."

The man chuckled softly, though there was no humor in the sound. "What did you expect?" he said, finally turning away from the window to face her, though his features remained partially hidden in the gloom. "He would be happy to see the woman who abandoned him?", the man had a sharp sarcasm in his voice, almost mocking.

Her eyes narrowed at his words, but she said nothing, allowing the silence to settle again between them. The firelight glinted off her wine glass, casting faint red shadows that seemed to stretch and coil with a life of their own. After a moment, she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as she regarded the man with cold indifference.

"Gemini poisoned him," she muttered, her voice sharp, as though the words themselves cut into her. "Turned him against me. Taught him to defy me, to mock me."

"Gemini was such a mistake," she hissed, swirling the wine in her glass with a bitter flick of her wrist. "I had so much to accomplish, so many dreams—to be rich, to live comfortably. But no! Before I could even realize it, I was pregnant." Her voice lowered with disdain as her grip tightened around the glass. "There was never any desire to be a mother. None."

The man took a slow sip of his whiskey, savoring the moment. "He was always defiant. Even as a child. It's no surprise he passed that along."

"That pathetic bastard even got himself a little boyfriend, can you believe it?" she sneered, her tone dripping with mockery.

The disdain in her tone was palpable, her words laced with venom as she shook her head slightly, her laughter low and cruel. Her fingers grazed the stem of her glass again, as though the mere thought of Gemini's life sickened her. 

Across the room, the man remained by the window, his form still shadowed by the play of light. He stood silently for a moment, his face partially hidden from her gaze, though the slow clench of his jaw betrayed his thoughts. A cold smirk tugged at his lips as he turned slightly, his voice carrying a darker, more ominous weight as he finally spoke.