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ng solarium. The cool breeze of the manicured gardens hit my flushed face, but the adr
asing her memory, selling her jewelry to fund her own vanity. Crying to my father was useless. So, I wore a faded, too-small dress to the Mayor's Gala, "accidentally" spilled juice on Chicago's
ght was over. The mistress was banished, and my inheritance was locked in a trust. I learned the
lla, w
hurried down the path, glancing nervousl
eled Eleonora's broken chessboard. Katarina DeLuca. Eleonora's niece, Angelina's best friend, and Gloria's distant cousin. She wa
nd," Sophia murmured. "You de
k she took by telling me this. "Thank you,
amien sitting in a secluded stone gazebo near the cliff's edge. A glass of amb
lling me. I am taking the cliff stairs back to our wing," I announced
yes narrowing. "The stones
challenging smile. "Then hold my hand, husband. I wouldn't
is *Soldiers*(guards) stood watch. His jaw clenched, the muscles feather
ve a careless shrug, and turned toward the lo
exactly th
rough, calloused palm swallowing mine, his fingers interlocking with my own like a steel vice.
mmanded, his baritone tight wi
d as he led me tow
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