The death of Sir Benjamin Guinness sends tremors through Dublin like a storm rolling across a restless sea. His will, cold and calculating, casts a long shadow over his children: Arthur with his simmering defiance, Edward with his rigid composure, Anne with her polished grace, and Ben with his reckless thirst for escape. Behind the white façade of the Guinness estate, grief is less a wound than a performance, the siblings forced to mask resentment with mourning and duty with dignity. Beyond those walls, the city mutters and seethes. Smoke coils from taverns where whispers of rebellion spark like flint, and among the protestors rises Niamh, fierce and unbending, a voice against the empire that has both fed and starved Dublin. When her gaze locks with Edward's, his cold restraint clashing with her fiery resolve, a dangerous thread is pulled taut. Legacy and rebellion, desire and ruin, dance on a knife's edge. One whispered secret, one reckless step, and the mighty House of Guinness could topple, not with a roar, but with a shattering whisper heard across all of Ireland.

Liberty...freedom...through rebellion they cost sacrifice, effort, betrayal, blood...but love...love takes more. Edward Guiness, the true head of the family, does he give it all for love and his heart, his whole family will fall appart. He is the reason, at least he felt he was until he met Ellen. How could a Fenian rebel of low class get away with a forbidden love? That is the question that Ellen Cochrane constantly ask herself, but just on her head. Because the truth is to stupid and foolish to ever been said outloud. They both looked at their reflections of their mirrors that morning, both with troubling hearts not only for their forbidden passion but also for their families, little did they know that everything would have change that day. I do not own "House of Guinness" characters. This is a fan work created for entertainment, not profit