Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 141 Summary
In Chapter 141 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories” by Niro Dane Flint, the emotional confrontation between Elle and Mira reaches a boiling point. Mira, filled with desperation, reveals the depth of her past relationship with Brad, insisting that he had searched for her for two years after she left. As Mira shares her pain and the symbolism of a pocket watch that represents their love, Elle struggles with jealousy but attempts to remain composed. Mira’s plea for Elle to let her have Brad back intensifies the tension, as she claims that their bond is genuine compared to Elle’s.
Elle, however, stands her ground, refusing to be manipulated by Mira’s emotional outburst. Mira’s desperate offer to care for Elle’s child and provide financial security only adds to the complexity of the situation. Despite Mira’s sincerity, Elle perceives a manipulative undertone in her words. The confrontation escalates when Mira kneels before Elle, begging for Brad’s love, but Elle remains resolute, demanding that Brad himself must express his desire for her to leave. Mira’s emotional manipulation shifts to a veiled threat, hinting at the potential consequences of Elle’s presence in Brad’s life.
As the argument reaches its climax, Elle asserts her independence and determination not to fight for someone who does not want to be with her. She decides to leave the toxic atmosphere and encounters Sophia in the hallway, whose calming presence helps alleviate her tension. However, the moment of relief is short-lived when Elle finds Brad and others waiting for her, only to be interrupted by a serious call from Brad’s mother, Victoria Rayne. The chapter ends with a shocking revelation as Mira is seen on the roof, threatening to jump, leaving Elle in a state of disbelief and horror. The emotional stakes are raised as the chapter closes, setting the stage for a dramatic turn of events.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 141**
**Elle’s POV**
“You simply can’t grasp the depth of what we once shared,” Mira insisted, her voice trembling with emotion. “Six years ago, when I made the decision to leave, Brad searched for me relentlessly.”
“He made a promise to Lester that he would wait for me indefinitely. He looked for me for two long years, until the weight of despair finally crushed his hope.” She swiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, smudging her carefully applied makeup. “But when I returned, I was devastated to find him with you.”
A sharp pang of something—was it jealousy?—pierced through me, but I quickly steeled my mind against it.
“You know what, Elle?” Mira’s voice dropped to an almost conspiratorial whisper. “Even now, he keeps the pocket watch I gave him tucked away in his office drawer. That watch was our symbol of love, our promise to each other.”
Her words landed like a heavy stone in my chest. I couldn’t ignore the bitter sting of jealousy that flared within me, but I fought to maintain my composure.
“Mira,” I replied softly, my voice steady, “what exactly do you expect me to do about this?”
She lifted her gaze, those tear-filled eyes searching mine, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a flicker of sympathy for her. Almost.
“Please,” she implored, grasping my hands with a desperate urgency before I could withdraw. “Let me have him back. What you two share—it’s nothing more than a biological accident. But what Brad and I had, that was real love.”
I pulled my hands away, stepping back to create distance between us. “Is that so?” I questioned, arching an eyebrow.
“I swear to you, Elle, I would treat your child as if it were my own. I would raise that baby with all the love in my heart, as if it came from my own body. I would devote my entire life to Brad and your child.”
There was a desperate sincerity in her voice that almost swayed me. But deep down, I sensed the underlying manipulation in her performance.
“I’ve set aside money for you,” she hurriedly added, her tone shifting to one of urgency. “Enough to ensure that you will never have to worry about anything after you leave the Rayne family. And if you ever need assistance in the future, I will be there for you. I promise.”
I studied her for a long moment, scrutinizing her hopeful yet calculating expression.
“Mira,” I said calmly, taking yet another step back, “I’m not the type of person who clings to something that doesn’t wish to be with me.”
Her face brightened with a glimmer of hope.
“But,” I continued, “I do have one condition. I want Brad to tell me himself—to my face—that he wants me to leave so that you two can be together. If he does that, you won’t need to spend a single cent.”
The hope in her eyes flickered, dimming like a dying flame.
“Elle, you don’t understand—”
“No, Mira. You don’t understand.” My voice grew firmer, more resolute. “I refuse to be manipulated into making a decision that should be his to make.”
In an unexpected move, Mira dropped to her knees before me, and I recoiled in shock.
“Please!” she sobbed, but there was a strange glint in her eyes now—almost predatory—that clashed with the tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m begging you! I can’t live without him!”
When I remained silent, her tone shifted dramatically.
“Fine,” she spat, her voice turning icy even as tears continued to cascade down her face. “If you push me to my death, do you really think you and Brad will live happily ever after? Our families have been allies for generations. The Rayne family will never fully accept an outsider like you.”
The threat was subtle yet unmistakable. My temper flared in response.
“Mira,” I retorted, my voice now as cold as ice, “you’re asking the wrong person. If Brad loves you as much as you claim, then getting him to choose you over me should be a piece of cake, right?”
I turned toward the door, feeling a rush of determination. “I will not beg or fight for someone who doesn’t want to be with me. But I also refuse to be driven away based solely on your word.”
“Elle, wait—”
“Get Brad to tell me himself,” I reiterated without glancing back. “That’s my final answer.”
I reached for the door handle, eager to escape the stifling atmosphere of the room and Mira’s emotional manipulation.
As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by Sophia, who was waiting patiently in the hallway. Her silver hair shimmered in the light, and the subtle scent of pine that surrounded her reminded me of serene mountain forests. Instantly, I felt a wave of calm wash over me.
“Ready?” I asked, mustering a small smile.
Sophia nodded, her perceptive gaze sweeping over my face. “Let’s go.”
We walked toward the elevator together, and I could feel the tension in my shoulders begin to dissipate. Whatever game Mira was playing, I refused to let her claim victory by default.
Upon reaching the lobby, I was startled to find Brad, Abigail Carter, and several others still waiting for me.
“I’m so sorry,” I exclaimed quickly, a hint of urgency in my tone. “I didn’t mean to keep everyone waiting.”
Abigail smiled graciously, her demeanor warm. “Don’t worry about it at all, dear.”
Yet, I noticed a subtle shift in her expression as she observed how close Sophia and I stood together. There was something in her eyes—not quite jealousy, but definitely a hint of competitive tension.
Sophia, with her keen werewolf instincts, picked up on it immediately. I caught the slight smirk that danced across her lips as she processed the unfolding dynamics.
Brad approached us, his warm smile lighting up his face and making my heart flutter. His amber eyes were soft and inviting as they met mine.
“No rush at all,” he said gently, his voice soothing. “Is everyone ready to head out?”
Just as we began to move toward the exit, Alex rushed over, a phone clutched tightly in his hand.
“Sir,” he said quietly, his tone serious, “it’s your mother on the line.”
My stomach dropped at the mention of Victoria Rayne—Brad’s mother. In all this time, I had never actually met her or even spoken to her directly. The fact that she was calling now felt heavy with foreboding.
Brad took the phone, and I watched as his expression darkened with each passing second. The atmosphere around us thickened with tension, palpable and suffocating.
Then, from somewhere outside, a piercing scream shattered the silence.
“Oh my God! There’s someone on the roof! Someone’s going to jump!”
My blood ran cold as I looked up through the glass doors. There, silhouetted against the fiery orange of the evening sky, was a figure perched perilously on the edge of the building’s roof.
Even from this distance, I recognized her instantly.
Mira.
You must be fucking kidding me.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of Mira’s desperate plea, Elle emerges from the emotional turmoil with a newfound clarity. The confrontation not only reveals Mira’s manipulative tendencies but also forces Elle to confront her own insecurities and the complexities of her relationship with Brad. The weight of Mira’s words lingers, yet Elle’s resolve solidifies as she refuses to be a pawn in a game of emotional chess. By demanding that Brad articulate his feelings directly, Elle reclaims her power, standing firm against the shadows of jealousy and doubt that threaten to engulf her. The moment she steps away from Mira’s grasp, a sense of liberation washes over her, signaling a pivotal shift in her journey toward self-acceptance and autonomy.
However, just as Elle begins to find her footing, the unexpected crisis involving Mira on the rooftop shatters the fragile sense of peace she had begun to cultivate. The scream echoes through the air, pulling Elle back into the chaos that had momentarily subsided. This new threat not only challenges her emotional stability but also complicates her relationship with Brad, as they are thrust back into a world of uncertainty and danger. The juxtaposition of Mira’s plea for love and her reckless act of desperation serves as a stark reminder of the fragility of human connections. As Elle stands on the precipice of a new chapter, she must navigate the turbulent waters of love, loyalty, and the haunting specter of the past, all while holding onto the hope that she can forge her own path amidst the waves of lost memories.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension escalates, the precarious situation on the rooftop will undoubtedly force Elle to confront her deepest fears and insecurities. With Mira’s emotional manipulation still fresh in her mind, Elle must grapple with the implications of her rival’s desperate act. Will she find the courage to intervene and save Mira, despite the animosity that has brewed between them? Or will she choose to protect her own heart and the fragile relationship she has with Brad, leaving Mira to her fate? The stakes are higher than ever, and the choices made in this moment could alter the course of their lives forever.
Meanwhile, Brad’s reaction to his mother’s call and the unfolding chaos will reveal much about his character and his loyalties. How will he balance the weight of family expectations with his feelings for Elle? The pressure mounts as he faces a potential tragedy that could shatter the delicate balance of their world. As the scene unfolds, readers can expect a whirlwind of emotions, unexpected alliances, and perhaps even revelations that could change everything. The next chapter promises to be a gripping exploration of love, loyalty, and the lengths one will go to protect those they care about, all while the specter of a life hanging in the balance looms ominously overhead.
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