His Untamed Savage Bride novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1 My Mom Passed Away Long Ago

In the early days of September, the atmosphere at Peacefield was tinged with a sense of desolation. The orphanage sat in eerie silence, a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of autumn that began to bloom outside.

Maria Adams, the director, approached the door at the end of the third floor with hesitant resolve. "Lenore, your father is here," she said softly.

Moments stretched into an uncomfortable silence until the door creaked open. The girl behind it, her voice still thick with the remnants of sleep, asked, "Where is he?"

Maria's expression was a tangled mix of concern and reluctance as she replied, "Downstairs."

Without a word, Lenore Smedley shoved her hands into the pockets of her oversized jacket and shuffled down the stairs in her worn slippers.

Troy Smedley had been waiting for what felt like an eternity. He stood there, his patience fraying at the edges, until Lenore finally appeared. His tone was immediate and commanding. "Pack your things. We're going back to Jinslenburg right now."

Troy, in his forties, was dressed in a sharply tailored business suit, his eyes gleaming with the shrewdness of a seasoned businessman—yet there was a hardness to them, a thinly veiled contempt for the daughter who stood before him.

Lenore leaned casually against the railing, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. "Not today," she said, a teasing lilt to her voice.

Troy's coffee cup slammed down onto the table with a force that echoed through the room, causing a group of curious children at the doorway to scatter in fright.

Troy snapped, "I traveled all this way, and you're telling me not today?" He postured like a man who believed his presence was a grand event.

Lenore tilted her head, feigning seriousness as she replied, "I genuinely can't." There was a game at night that she needed to attend. After a moment's pause, she added, "Besides, I didn't ask for you to come pick me up."

Her tone dripped with mockery, igniting the sparks of Troy's temper. "If it weren't for your mother's sake, I wouldn't care if you dropped dead out there," he shot back, the words sharp enough to slice through the air.

A laugh escaped Lenore's lips, low and dangerous. "My mom passed away long ago."

Troy was momentarily thrown off balance, his fists clenched at his sides. In his heart, Lenore had once been a sweet, fragile girl, adored by everyone.

But the trauma of that fateful explosion—which had taken her mother when she was merely four—had transformed her completely. The wolfish fierceness that radiated from her was a far cry from the delicate porcelain doll she had once been.

The exact amount was a mystery, but it was rumored to be substantial. Troy couldn't completely break off with Lenore until he could get his hands on the fortune.

Seeing that she wouldn't easily bend to his will, Troy took a deep breath, swallowing his anger. He spat through clenched teeth, "I'll have the driver pick you up at the latest by the day after tomorrow." With that, he stormed out of the room.

Watching him leave, Lenore couldn't help but feel a surge of contempt. Maria approached her, worry etched on her face. "If you really go to Jinslenburg, what if..."

"Don't worry." Lenore shrugged, a mischievous smile curling her lips. "I'm the little demon of Peacefield after all. Who could possibly bully me?" Her bold attitude and rebellious spirit shone through as she spoke.

Maria struggled to uplift her own spirits, knowing the origins of Lenore's title. It was true; Lenore had earned the nickname for her explosive reactions—but they were always in response to someone provoking her first.

'In the safety of the orphanage, Lenore is formidable; in the big city, amidst its complexities and with her father's looming shadow, things will be different. What if she loses control? But I can do nothing to stop her,' Maria sighed in her mind.

Just then, Lenore's phone buzzed in her pocket. Glancing at the screen, she turned away, waving a casual goodbye to Maria. "Alright then. I'm heading to the shop."