Shattered Dreams Find Light by Niro Dane Frost 27

Shattered Dreams Find Light by Niro Dane Frost 27 Summary

In Chapter 27 of “Shattered Dreams Find Light,” Simone finds herself standing at the threshold of chaos, preparing to enter a garden filled with turmoil. As she takes a moment to appreciate the beauty around her, her thoughts are consumed by the cruel actions of Jasmine towards Lewis, prompting her to reach out for answers. However, her frustration grows as her calls go unanswered, and she steels herself for the impending disaster of a family dinner where tensions are already running high.

Upon entering the dining room, Simone is met with immediate conflict as Carter’s anger fills the air, directed at Alexa. The atmosphere shifts when Simone takes her seat, and she feels the weight of scrutiny from the others. Despite the chaos, a flicker of vulnerability in Carter’s eyes tugs at her heart, but the dinner quickly devolves into a battleground of accusations and insults, revealing the deep-seated issues within the Wilde family. Simone watches in shock as the situation escalates, her curiosity piqued by the revelations of hidden relationships and the harsh realities of wealth and privilege.

As the confrontation reaches a fever pitch, Simone’s instincts as a journalist kick in, compelling her to document the unfolding drama. However, her attempt to slip away is thwarted by Krissy and Alexa, who confront her with hostility. In a moment of humiliation, Simone is physically pulled back and insulted, leaving her feeling isolated and vulnerable. Yet, amidst the cruelty, she finds a newfound strength, refusing to be diminished by their words. The chapter culminates in a moment of clarity for Simone as she resolves to reclaim her narrative and embrace the light that lies ahead, despite the darkness surrounding her.

Leaving Michelle’s mansion, Simone grapples with her emotions, realizing that the chaos she witnessed reflects both the Wilde family’s toxic dynamics and her own insecurities. The tears she sheds become a cathartic release, allowing her to shed the burdens she has carried for too long. With a sense of determination, she reaches out to Jasmine once more, ready to confront the complexities of her new life and the relationships within it. The chapter closes with a promise of resilience, as Simone steps into the night, prepared to face the challenges ahead and reclaim her shattered dreams.

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**Title: Shattered Dreams Find Light by Niro Dane Frost**

**Chapter 27**

Simone stood at the threshold, her heart pounding like a drum in a parade, whispering to herself, “Just breathe, just breathe.” She pressed her palm against her chest, desperately trying to calm the frantic rhythm that echoed within her. A gentle breeze caressed her face, offering a fleeting moment of tranquility as she prepared to step into the garden, where chaos awaited.

Leaning against the sturdy stone wall, she took a deep breath, allowing herself a moment to absorb the meticulously arranged beauty of the flowers around her. The vibrant colors danced in the soft evening light, and though she could only identify a handful as roses, their exquisite beauty captivated her senses, momentarily distracting her from the turmoil brewing inside.

Her thoughts began to spiral, swirling like autumn leaves caught in a tempest. Why had Jasmine been so cruel to Lewis? The question gnawed at her insides, a relentless itch she couldn’t scratch.

“There’s only one way to find out,” she murmured under her breath, her fingers deftly dialing Jasmine’s number. The phone rang, each tone echoing in her ears, but there was no response. She tried again, her frustration growing with each unanswered call, a storm brewing within her.

Annoyance bubbled beneath the surface, but she swallowed it down, knowing this puzzle could wait. For now, she had to brace herself for the impending disaster that was dinner.

Taking a steadying breath, Simone steeled herself and stepped into the corridor. As she crossed the threshold into the dining room, chaos greeted her like an unwelcome specter.

“…is none of his business!” Carter’s voice boomed, laced with anger as he directed his ire at Alexa. “I do things my own way! I don’t need Eric meddling in my life!”

The moment she took her seat, an uneasy silence enveloped the room, heavy and thick. Carter’s piercing green eyes locked onto hers, and even amidst his fury, she caught a glimpse of something softer lurking beneath the surface, a flicker of vulnerability that tugged at her heart.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said, his tone shifting, softer now, as he folded his arms defensively, a gesture that seemed to shield him from the chaos surrounding them.

Alexa sniffled, her distress palpable, while Krissy rubbed her back in a comforting gesture, a stark contrast to the atmosphere of tension that hung in the air.

What on earth had transpired to lead them to this moment?

“Simone, dear,” Michelle said gently, her voice breaking through the tension like a warm ray of sunlight. “Aren’t you feeling hungry?”

Simone glanced down at her untouched plate, her stomach growling in protest, yet she pushed the food away, shaking her head. “I’m okay, ma’am,” she replied with a polite smile, though her heart felt heavy, weighed down by the unspoken expectations around her.

An awkward silence enveloped the room until Mark cleared his throat, attempting to lighten the mood with a well-intentioned question.

“Simone, darling, I heard it’s your first time in New York. How are you finding it? Have you explored anywhere new?”

Simone tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks warming under the scrutiny of the table. “Actually, I’ve been to New York before; I left about five years ago.”

Carter raised an eyebrow, surprise etched across his features. “Oh really? I didn’t know that.”

A wave of regret washed over her. She shouldn’t have disclosed that detail, opening the door to scrutiny she wasn’t ready to face.

“There’s so much we don’t know about you, Simone,” Michelle encouraged gently, her voice inviting yet pressuring.

Heat crept up Simone’s cheeks as she felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her. “I really—”

“Nobody wants to hear about her,” Krissy interjected, her tone dripping with disdain, cutting through the moment like a knife.

“That’s rude,” Gwen cautioned, her voice firm, a protective shield for Simone. “She now works for us; she—”

“Works for us?” Trevor interrupted sharply, his tone laced with contempt.

Gwen turned to him, her eyes narrowing in irritation. “Yes, for us.”

“For us,” Trevor echoed, gesturing wildly as if to dismiss the very notion. “The Wildes. Not the mistress.”

“Excuse me?” Gwen snapped, her voice rising in indignation.

“Don’t start!” Mark shouted, his voice mingling with Gwen’s in a chaotic chorus, the tension escalating.

“I said what I said,” Trevor slurred, staggering to his feet, his balance wavering as he tried to assert his dominance.

“Now, let’s take it easy,” Carter said, rising as well, attempting to restrain Trevor, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration.

Trevor shoved Carter’s hand away, his voice rising in anger. “Don’t touch me! Talk to the whore! The fucking mistress!” He pointed an accusatory finger at Gwen, venom dripping from his words.

“I’ve had enough of this!” Mark slammed the table, his eyes blazing with fury. “Apologize to Gwen right now!”

“I… will do no such thing,” Trevor hiccupped, stumbling backward, his bravado faltering.

“This is unacceptable, Trevor,” Michelle said, her voice rising in frustration as she stood from her seat, her authority wavering.

“If I believed in marriage, I’d be your stepmother,” Gwen hissed, her words sharp as a dagger, aimed directly at Trevor.

Trevor laughed harshly, the sound bitter and mocking. “Stepmother, my ass!”

Simone sank deeper into her seat, both intrigued and shocked by the unfolding chaos. She had always suspected that the lives of the wealthy held secrets, but this was a revelation beyond her wildest imagination, a glimpse into a world she had only ever observed from the outside.

For a fleeting moment, she considered slipping away quietly, but then her thoughts turned to her magazine. This was too juicy to miss. She held her breath, her curiosity piqued, unwilling to miss a moment of the unfolding drama.

“That’s enough, Trevor,” Carter said, moving closer to him, attempting to assert control over the spiraling situation. “You’re drunk; you need to—”

“You’re drunk!” Trevor shot back, pushing Carter with surprising force. “All of you are, including your fake wife! I’m so tired of you all!”

Simone blinked, her mind racing. So Jasmine had been right? Alexa was indeed Carter’s fake wife, a revelation that sent shockwaves through her.

Carter gritted his teeth, shoving Trevor back with a sense of urgency. “You fucking drunk!”

“That’s enough!” Michelle interjected, moving toward them, but it was too late; both men had collided in a chaotic tangle, chaos erupting around the table.

Seizing the opportunity, Simone quietly stood, her heart racing with the thrill of the moment. She had more than enough material to write about, her instincts as a journalist kicking into high gear.

Just as she thought she had escaped unnoticed, a sharp voice pierced through the air, halting her in her tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Krissy demanded, her expression icy, a predator closing in on its prey.

Simone turned to face Krissy and Alexa, who had moved closer, their eyes filled with hostility, a palpable tension crackling in the air.

“I… am going home,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, the weight of their gaze pressing down on her.

They stepped forward, closing the distance between them, a wall of animosity that left her feeling trapped.

“Oh, you think you’ve got something scandalous to write about?” Krissy sneered, her tone dripping with malice. “Going to spill the secrets of my family to your followers?”

“I’m not allowed to,” Simone replied hastily, her heart pounding as she felt the pressure mount. “I signed a contract.”

“Don’t think you know anything!” Alexa snapped, her voice sharp and cutting. “Carter and I love each other, regardless of… our situation.”

Simone’s mind flashed to the kiss she had witnessed, and the guilt that had weighed her down suddenly evaporated, replaced by a newfound sense of clarity.

“I understand very well,” she said, stepping back, her voice steady, a quiet strength emerging. “Thank you for having me.”

As she turned to leave, Alexa’s hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her hair, yanking her back with a fierce tug.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Simone cried out in pain, her heart racing. “Stop!”

Ignoring her pleas, Alexa yanked harder, causing Simone to stumble and fall to the ground, the humiliation washing over her like a cold wave.

Krissy laughed, a cruel sound echoing down the corridor, a reminder of her isolation.

“You will never have him!” Alexa shouted, pointing a finger down at her, her voice dripping with contempt. “I’m his wife, and you’ll forever be a nobody!” She flashed the diamond ring on her finger, a taunt that cut deeper than any knife.

Shock coursed through Simone, but she quickly shook it off, replacing it with a surge of anger. Rising to her feet, she squared her jaw, refusing to back down in the face of their cruelty.

“I really don’t know what you’re so afraid of!” she retorted, her voice firm and unwavering. “I have nothing against you.”

Alexa flinched, momentarily taken aback, before regaining her composure, her eyes narrowing like a predator sizing up its prey. “Liar! I see the way you look at him!”

“Slut!” Krissy chimed in, taking menacing steps closer, her eyes gleaming with malice, a wolf ready to pounce.

“I see you trying so hard in your cheap dress,” Alexa sneered, gesturing dismissively. “Showing off your boobs—”

“Such a pathetic attempt,” Krissy laughed, her tone mocking. “Nobody wants a single mother; go try someone else.”

The words struck Simone like a blow, but she bit her lip, determined not to let them see her hurt, refusing to give them the satisfaction of her tears.

“I just want to go home,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart aching with the weight of their disdain. “I’m not arguing with you.”

“You’ve got nothing to say because I’m right,” Alexa said, circling her like a predator stalking its prey, her confidence radiating like a dark cloud.

Simone exhaled slowly, gripping her phone tightly, a lifeline in a sea of chaos. “I’m done here.”

“No, you’re not,” Krissy said, stepping in front of her, blocking her path with a smug smile that sent a shiver down Simone’s spine.

Before Simone could react, Alexa splashed something cold across her face, the shock of it freezing her in place.

She gasped, the chill of wine soaking into her dress, the deep red stains spreading like a vivid reminder of the humiliation she had just endured.

“Take that as a warning,” Alexa said, her eyes sparkling with delight, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Next time, it won’t be wine.”

With that, she strode off, Krissy following, throwing Simone a middle finger as they left, their laughter echoing in her ears, a cruel reminder of her isolation.

Tears welled in Simone’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. They didn’t deserve that satisfaction, the satisfaction of seeing her break.

With her head lowered, she made her way out of Michelle’s mansion, the humiliation burning deep within her. She hugged herself tightly against the cold, seeking comfort in her own embrace.

Ordering a ride back to the hotel, she slid into the car, and as soon as the door closed, the tears fell, each drop a release of the pent-up emotions she had been holding inside.

She didn’t even know why she was crying; perhaps it was simply time to let it all out, a catharsis she had been denying herself.

“Are you okay?” the driver asked gently, his thick Italian accent warm and comforting, a soothing balm in the midst of her turmoil.

“Yes,” she sniffled, quickly wiping her cheeks, embarrassed by the vulnerability that had surfaced.

The driver said nothing more, simply turning up the stereo. The music filled the car, providing a much-needed distraction from her swirling thoughts, a melodic escape from the chaos of the evening.

Her mind drifted back to Jasmine, and she dialed her number once more, hope flickering within her. Still, there was no answer, the silence a reminder of her isolation.

As the car rolled to a stop, the driver announced, “We are here.”

“Thanks,” Simone said, paying him before stepping out into the night.

The air was crisp and inviting, the city alive with energy. For a moment, she contemplated heading out to a nearby bar, seeking solace in the nightlife that New York had to offer, a chance to drown her sorrows in the rhythm of the city.

But then Ethan’s face flashed in her mind, and she shook off the thought, a reminder of the complexities that lay ahead.

Turning toward the hotel entrance, she noticed a group of women chatting animatedly, their laughter ringing out like a siren call.

“Excuse me,” she murmured, attempting to slip past them, her heart racing with a mix of anxiety and determination.

One of the women turned, her brow furrowing in recognition. “Simone?”

She turned to face the woman, her heart racing as she struggled to place her.

The woman’s tone turned bitter, dripping with disdain. “Well, if it isn’t the whore of New York.”

Simone gasped, her eyes widening as she finally recognized the woman. It was Sydney, a face from her past that now felt like a ghost haunting her present.

**Conclusion**

In the aftermath of the tumultuous dinner, Simone found herself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. The chaos that had unfolded around her was not just a reflection of the toxic dynamics within the Wilde family but also a mirror of her own insecurities and fears. As she stepped out into the cool night air, the sting of humiliation still fresh on her skin, she realized that she had been thrust into a world where appearances were everything, and her very existence felt like an affront to those who thrived on privilege and power. Yet amidst the pain, there was a flicker of resilience igniting within her—a determination to rise above the hurtful words and the cruel gestures that had sought to belittle her.

With each step away from Michelle’s mansion, Simone felt the weight of the evening’s events begin to lift. The tears she had shed were not just tears of despair; they were also a release, a cleansing of her spirit that had been burdened for far too long. As she dialed Jasmine’s number once more, a sense of clarity washed over her. She was no longer willing to be a pawn in someone else’s game or a victim of their disdain. The road ahead was uncertain, but she was ready to reclaim her narrative, to seek out the connections that truly mattered, and to embrace the light that flickered on the horizon, illuminating the path toward her own shattered dreams finding new life.

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**

In the next chapter of “Shattered Dreams Find Light,” readers can expect a thrilling escalation of tensions as Simone navigates the treacherous waters of her new life in New York. With the explosive dinner party behind her, the fallout from the chaos will weigh heavily on her shoulders. The confrontation with Alexa and Krissy will leave Simone questioning her place within this wealthy, tumultuous world, and the stakes will only rise as she grapples with her emotions and the mounting pressure from those around her. Will she find the strength to stand her ground, or will the weight of their disdain crush her spirit?

As Simone seeks solace and clarity, her journey will take unexpected turns. The unresolved mystery surrounding Jasmine’s actions will loom larger, pushing her to dig deeper into the complexities of her relationships with the Wildes. Readers can anticipate a confrontation with Jasmine that will reveal shocking truths and perhaps even shift the power dynamics within the group. With Simone’s resolve tested and her heart on the line, the chapter will leave readers breathless, wondering how far she is willing to go to reclaim her dignity and uncover the secrets that threaten to shatter her dreams once again.

Conclusion

Simone emerged from the chaos of the Wilde mansion with a heart heavy yet ignited by newfound determination. The tumultuous evening had stripped away the last remnants of her naivety, exposing her to the harsh realities of a world where power and privilege reigned supreme. Yet, as she walked away from the echoes of derision and disdain, a flicker of resilience sparked within her. No longer would she allow herself to be defined by the cruel words of others or the expectations they placed upon her. The tears she shed were not merely a sign of her pain; they were a cathartic release, clearing the way for a stronger version of herself to emerge. In that moment, she resolved to reclaim her narrative, to seek out the connections and truths that mattered most, and to rise from the ashes of humiliation with a fierce sense of purpose.

With each step into the cool night air, Simone felt the weight of her past begin to lift, replaced by a sense of clarity and resolve. The confrontation with Alexa and Krissy had been a turning point, igniting a fire within her that she had long buried beneath layers of self-doubt. As she dialed Jasmine’s number once more, she felt a surge of empowerment, ready to confront the complexities of her relationships and the secrets that threatened her peace. The road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, yet she welcomed the challenges, knowing that they would shape her into the woman she was meant to be. With the city alive around her, Simone felt the promise of new beginnings beckoning, a reminder that even shattered dreams could find light in the most unexpected places.

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

In the next chapter of “Shattered Dreams Find Light,” readers can anticipate a gripping continuation of Simone’s tumultuous journey as she grapples with the aftermath of the explosive dinner party. With the echoes of harsh words and betrayal still ringing in her ears, Simone finds herself at a crossroads, torn between the allure of the glamorous world she has stepped into and the harsh realities that threaten to engulf her. As she navigates the treacherous dynamics of the Wilde family, tensions will escalate, pushing her to confront not only her adversaries but also her own insecurities. Will Simone find the courage to stand up for herself, or will the weight of their disdain continue to overshadow her?

Moreover, the unresolved mystery surrounding Jasmine’s cruel behavior will come to the forefront, compelling Simone to seek answers that could alter the course of her life. As she delves deeper into the complexities of her relationships, readers can expect unexpected alliances to form and shocking revelations to surface, shaking the very foundations of the Wilde family’s façade. With each twist and turn, the stakes will rise, leaving Simone to question who she can truly trust. The chapter promises to be a whirlwind of emotion and intrigue, as Simone inches closer to reclaiming her narrative while battling the shadows of her past. Prepare for a thrilling ride filled with heart-pounding revelations that will keep you on the edge of your seat, eager to discover what lies ahead for our resilient protagonist.