The Billionaire Regret
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aded with familiarity. She leaned into Daniel as though the seat beside me were empty, as though I were nothing more than a
a reminder of a world that kept moving even as mine stood still. My fingers curled into my dress until the fabric wrink
elt like stone. The servants waited in two neat lines as we entered, their faces lowered in pr
murmured, voice shaking with
front of everyone. Right
old the whole crowd
g her? In
burden. Said he couldn
one. The words lingered like smoke, impossible to clear. And then
mistress is fading. The master doesn't look at
t, my chin lifted higher, and I walked past them with the grace drille
sed a small bottle into my palm
," he said flatly. "Take it be
No concern. J
curved into a smirk that dared me to resist.
er against my tongue, swallowed dr
a touch that was too familiar, too intimate. As if it belonged there. Her laugh followed h
he warmth, slow, almost harmless. But it spread quickly, curling in my stomac
d of color, eyes sunken into shadow. The glow I once carried had
the mind. But Elizabeth's voice haunted me still, a cruel
gh the crack beneath my door. Servants
has already ordered
Elizabeth. She's al
he youngest mai
night. He doesn't want her weakness in his chamb
by a sigh. "Poor Mrs. Cobbs. A
iel stood there, face blan
from now on," he said. No hesitatio
im, perfume thick in the air, h
wrapped around me like armor. My steps carried
are, the air hollow. Stripped of warmth, stripped of h
s to my ears, desperate to block out
ing, the same tone he once used for me. Then the rhythm. Their rhythm. The sounds I had
sigh. A wound I
ars stung, but I refused to let them fall. Instead, I
t stolen piece by piece. Not dying, not yet, but poisone
the frailty, something stirre
erased. They wa
laughter and moans, I whispered th
t
t give the