Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 157 Summary
In Chapter 157 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Talle, also known as Elle, finds herself in a tense situation with Ivy’s desperate parents pleading for her help. Their emotional turmoil is palpable as Ivy’s mother clutches at Elle’s dress, begging for assistance. However, Elle instinctively recoils, feeling cornered and manipulated into a position where denying their request would make her appear heartless. The tension escalates when Brad, her companion, suggests he can handle the situation, but Elle remains firm in her resolve to not get involved in the Blair family’s issues.
The atmosphere shifts dramatically when Ivy enters, looking ghostly pale and in distress. She kneels before Elle, expressing her desperation and claiming she can no longer compete with her due to her current state. Ivy’s plea is layered with manipulation, as she acknowledges her loss of status and inheritance, begging Elle for help in securing a marriage that she feels compelled to enter. Despite the raw emotion in Ivy’s voice, Elle senses the underlying manipulation, creating a conflict within her.
Brad’s presence becomes more prominent as he whispers suggestions that make Elle question her own feelings. He hints that removing Ivy from the picture would solidify her status as the Blair family heir, and he offers his support to ensure that the Rayne family backs her. As Elle grapples with her emotions and the implications of Brad’s words, she feels her resolve weaken. Ultimately, she decides to ask for help, signaling a shift in her stance, which pleases Brad and alters the dynamics in the room.
The chapter culminates in a dramatic confrontation when David Stone’s estranged wife, Linda, storms in, furious over their impending divorce. The scene unfolds with David attempting to negotiate a deal that feels more transactional than emotional, further complicating the already tense atmosphere. As Linda grapples with the reality of her situation, Elle observes the calm demeanor of Ivy and her family amidst the chaos, leaving her feeling disgusted by the transactional nature of David’s actions and the manipulation at play. This chapter highlights the complex interplay of desperation, power dynamics, and emotional manipulation within familial relationships.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 157**
**Talle’s POV**
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Suddenly, Ivy’s parents were on their knees before me, their hands outstretched in a desperate plea, as if they were reaching for salvation itself.
“Please, Miss West! You have to help us!” Ivy’s mother cried, her voice quivering with emotion as she grasped at the hem of my dress, her fingers trembling.
I instinctively recoiled, my heart pounding violently in my chest. “Don’t—”
This entire scene felt wrong. It was as if they were attempting to trap me, cornering me into a position where refusing to help would paint me as heartless. I felt like a puppet being manipulated into bullying a woman I had never even met.
Brad’s voice suddenly broke through the tension, low and intimate, his warm breath brushing against my ear. “Just say the word. Ask me, and I’ll take care of this.”
I shot him a glare, irritation bubbling within me. Of course, he would try to turn this into some sort of negotiation.
“Martin,” I said with a firm resolve, stepping further away from the desperate figures of Ivy’s parents. “This isn’t my place to get involved, is it? I’m a West, not a Blair. Family matters of the Blairs should remain with the Blairs. If you need someone transferred to the werewolf medical center, I can arrange that. Anything else? I’m afraid I can’t assist you.”
Martin nodded quickly, a flicker of relief washing over his features. “You’re absolutely right, Elle. We shouldn’t be putting you in this position.”
But before anyone could utter another word, Ivy staggered into the room, her complexion as pale as a ghost. One hand clutched her stomach, and she looked utterly wretched—her hair was a tangled mess, her hospital gown hung loosely on her frail frame, and dark circles marred her eyes.
Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees in front of me, joining her parents in their desperate tableau.
“Elle,” she gasped, her wild eyes locking onto mine. “I know I have no right to ask this of you. I know I’ve been… difficult. But look at me now—I’m ruined. I can never be the Blair family heir again. I can never compete with you again!”
Her gaze flickered to my stomach, and I caught a glimpse of something vicious in her expression before she quickly masked it with a façade of desperation.
“The Blair family is yours now, Elle. All of it. So please—can’t you help me just this once? Can’t you see it as… as payment for everything you’re gaining?”
Her voice dropped to a whisper, laden with emotion. “I have nothing left. No future, no family inheritance, no children. I have to marry him now. I have to. So please… please help me make that happen.”
The raw desperation in her voice was palpable, yet I could sense the undercurrents of manipulation swirling beneath it. She was acutely aware of what she was doing.
Brad leaned in again, his tone laced with amusement. “Now you want my help?”
I wanted to elbow him in the ribs for his audacity, but his next words froze me in place.
“You know,” he murmured, “getting rid of Ivy permanently would make you the undisputed Blair family heir. That might actually give my mother a reason to see some value in keeping a human around.”
My breath caught in my throat. He was right. If Ivy were completely out of the picture…
“And about these past few days,” Brad continued, his voice softening, “I’ve been playing games with Mira because my mother is in her final treatment cycle. I needed her to focus on getting better, not worrying about my personal life. But once this is over, I promise I’ll give you the explanation you deserve.”
His arm slipped around my waist, and despite everything swirling around us, I felt my resolve begin to waver. There was something about the way he held me—both protective and possessive—that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Let me handle this,” he whispered, his voice low and reassuring, “and I’ll publicly support the Blair family. Everyone will know that the Rayne family stands behind you.”
My heart raced at his words.
I glanced down at Ivy, still kneeling on the floor, and something shifted within me.
“Okay,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m asking you to help.”
Brad’s satisfaction was immediate. He pressed a quick kiss to my ear, igniting a blush across my cheeks, then straightened, his demeanor shifting dramatically.
The atmosphere in the room seemed to drop several degrees as his Alpha presence filled the space. Suddenly, everyone—Martin, Stella, Ivy’s parents, even the man who had been cowering by the wall—appeared diminutive and overwhelmed.
“David Stone,” Brad declared, his voice resonating with unwavering authority. “You can call your wife now.”
David’s head snapped up, hope flooding his features.
“Tell her,” Brad continued, “that I, Brad Rayne, am offering her a very generous position in our human services department. The rest of this mess? That’s between you and her.”
He turned toward Martin and Stella, his expression softening slightly. “And as Elle’s mate, I want the Blair family to know that you have the Rayne family’s support. If you need anything—anything at all—you can contact me directly.”
The implications of his words hit the room like a bombshell. Martin’s eyes widened in shock. Stella looked as though she might faint. This was more than just Brad assisting with a family issue; he was offering werewolf protection to an entire human family.
David appeared on the verge of tears, overwhelmed with relief. “Thank you? Oh, thank you! I’ll call her right now, I—”
“Do it,” Brad instructed simply.
But before David could even reach for his phone, a woman’s voice sliced through the air like a knife.
“David Stone, you fucking bastard!”
A middle-aged woman with disheveled hair stormed through the entrance, her face contorted with rage. She lunged toward him, her fury palpable.
“How could you do this to me?” she screamed, her hands clawing at the air as if trying to grasp his very soul. “Twenty years of marriage, and this is what I get?”
David dodged her attempts, desperation lacing his voice as he called out, “Linda, wait! Listen to me! The Alpha offered you a job! A good job with the Rayne Group! If you just agree to the divorce, you’ll get the house, the savings, the car—everything!”
Linda halted mid-swing, shock washing over her features. “Are you… are you seriously trying to buy me off right now? With their money?”
“It’s a good deal!” David insisted, his voice rising in urgency. “You’d be working for werewolves! Do you know how many humans would kill for that opportunity?”
I felt a wave of disgust wash over me as I watched this entire exchange unfold. David was treating his wife like a mere business transaction, devoid of any emotional weight.
What made my stomach churn even more was the sight of Ivy and her parents throughout this chaos. They appeared… calm.
Conclusion
As the chaos unfolded before me, I felt the weight of Ivy’s desperation and the burden of my own choices pressing down like a heavy fog. I had stepped into a world where loyalties were tested, and emotional entanglements threatened to suffocate me. The moment Ivy knelt before me, stripped of her former pride, I sensed a shift in our dynamic. It was no longer just about the Blair legacy or the power struggle between families; it was about the fragility of human connection and the lengths we would go to secure a semblance of hope. Despite my initial resistance, I found myself drawn into the web of manipulation, torn between compassion for Ivy’s plight and the realization that my own future was intertwined with these decisions.
In that moment of vulnerability, as Brad’s protective presence enveloped me, I understood that power could be both a shield and a weapon. His offer of support felt like a double-edged sword, promising safety while also binding me deeper into a world fraught with its own dangers. I glanced at Ivy, still on the floor, and recognized the haunting echoes of our rivalry; yet, beneath her desperation lay a shared humanity that connected us in ways I had never anticipated. As I made the fateful decision to ask for help, I realized that I was no longer just a pawn in someone else’s game. I was stepping into my own power, ready to navigate the tumultuous waters ahead, knowing that the choices I made would not only redefine my relationship with the Blair family but also shape the legacy I would ultimately inherit.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter, tensions are set to escalate as Ivy’s desperation and the chaotic family dynamics take center stage. With Ivy’s plea hanging heavily in the air, Elle must navigate the murky waters of loyalty, manipulation, and the weight of her newfound status as the Blair family heir. Will she succumb to the pressure and take a step that could alter the course of her life and Ivy’s forever? The stakes have never been higher, and as Brad’s influence looms larger, the question remains: can Elle maintain her integrity while balancing her burgeoning power and the expectations that come with it?
As the confrontation unfolds, the arrival of Linda adds another layer of complexity to the narrative. Her fierce anger and accusations toward David will force everyone present to confront uncomfortable truths about relationships, betrayal, and the cost of ambition. Will Elle find herself caught in the crossfire of this unfolding drama, or will she seize the opportunity to redefine her role within the family? With each character’s motivations clashing, readers can expect a whirlwind of emotions and decisions that will challenge Elle’s resolve. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation, leaving us wondering just how far each character is willing to go in pursuit of their desires and the lengths they’ll go to protect—or destroy—one another.
