THE POWERS
In 1930, the Ashfords, once rivals, are now a feared mafia couple. United by marriage, they run separate empires while facing danger together. Jack urges Lisa to focus on strategy, but her deadly skills remain hard to hide. They'll do any...
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A PLACE TO BELONG
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the large windows of the Ashford mansion, and the grand bedroom where Marc had spent his first night.
Downstairs, the soft clatter of cutlery and the murmur of voices echoed through the hall, signalling the start of breakfast.
Elisabeth, dressed in an elegant pink morning gown, made her way up the stairs to check on Marc.
As she gently opened the door to his room, she found him still curled up in bed, wearing the same clothes from the previous day. His face was smudged with dirt, and his hair tousled from sleep.
Elisabeth stood in the doorway for a moment, her arms lightly crossed, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She approached the bed and gently shook Marc’s shoulder.
“Marc, dear, it’s time to get up,” she said, her tone warm yet firm. “We’re about to have breakfast downstairs.”
Marc stirred, blinking groggily as he slowly sat up. His clothes were wrinkled, and the remnants of dirt still clung to his face.
Elisabeth shook her head lightly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Come along now, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Marc nodded sleepily, still half-awake, as Elisabeth helped him out of bed. She guided him to the bathroom, where she dampened a cloth with warm water.
Carefully, she wiped the dirt from his face, her touch gentle yet thorough.
“There, much better,” she said softly, inspecting her work with a nod of approval.
Elisabeth then moved to the wardrobe, selecting a fresh white shirt and dark trousers for him to wear.
Marc stood quietly, adjusting to the sudden change in his life, occasionally glancing up at her, uncertain of how to react to such kind attention.
As she finished buttoning his shirt, Elisabeth looked down at him with a soft expression.
Marc offered a small, hesitant smile. He wasn’t used to this kind of care, and though it felt strange, it was comforting in a way he hadn’t expected.
Elisabeth tousled his hair playfully before standing back. “Come along now, let’s head downstairs.”
Marc followed her out of the room, down the grand staircase, still feeling a little overwhelmed by the vastness of the mansion. It was far grander than anything he had ever known.
In the dining room, the long table was already set with silverware and plates of food.
Jackie was seated at the head of the table, glancing up as they entered. His gaze softened when he saw them, especially Marc, now cleaned up and looking more at home.
