Chains of Fortune: Beneath the Blackwood Name
gloomy silver wash over the towering windows of Blackwood Estate. Ivy stood at her
e like a secret. Her fingers trembled slightly as she smoothed the side of her dress,
n to her since that
lock your d
e
she hadn
w how to name-an ache between attraction and animosity, betwee
here to be seen. The silence was deliberate, curated, as if Lucien had comm
to the dining
hand, back turned. His profile was framed by the storm
iting?" she asked, voice ca
her you'll come," he
remember? I'm part
him turn
, something else flickered there, like the flare of
he said, walking to t
m, lifting her chin. "
dn't
d-orange salad, and some risotto that steamed with earthy scent. Iv
nse silence fo
r who cra
't going
t look up. "
te silences. The dinners like we're strangers at a charity ga
r gaze. "Fine. Let
his for
harp. "You think I wanted to strap a public narrative
allowe
sense. Because I needed your company's patents.
s a hostage
"You make it sou
me here like I
he snapped, suddenly rising from the cha
lamming her napk
s full of failure and begged me to save what little pride he had left.
rd her. Then another. Until
eel. "You call me cold, but you haven't ev
and fell with the heat of fury, confusion-a
p at him. "T
aw te
s were in
-Lucien grabbed her wris
followed was
was
sume her argument, set fire to the boundary between power and passion. His mouth wa
ps were swollen, her breath ragged,
aid roughly, "is
You can't just shut
arkened. "
lappe
like thunder throu
face bare
u should be careful, Ivy. There'
when I do?" she as
epped
r surprise,
ming. No
us
e what's on th
ng her breathless, f
f she hated him o
lawfoot tub, surrounded by candlelight and
truth she offered, he weaponized. But underneath all o
her that fracture would l
on the marble tra
don't know who he re
art st
back: Wh
espo
the screen u
mirror across the room-and reali
a two-w
could be
, wrapping herself in a ro
this house than si
were s
g to think she was m
it kil