on funded by the Mills Corporation, was his territory. She felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. She was here for a pro bono legal con
ng, the kind reserved for billionaires and foreign dignitaries. Graves, looking powerful and severe in a dark suit, and beside him, a w
ge her, his attention immediately returning to Aurelia. He murmured something to her, his expression softening in a way she'd only seen
women in the sam
her lips. "You must be Cleone," she said, her voice as soft as silk but
Cleone as a trivial footnote in his life. Cleone felt her
replied, her tone even. "I'm
such wonderful care of me. He never reall
arriage, her life, her sacrific
. "Our marriage is mor
e. "Is it? He married you because I was in a coma and his family demanded an heir. I
sterile, public lobby of his family's hospital, hit Cleone with
pping to a conspiratorial whisper, leaning forward in
omach, a gesture so deliberate, so ful
eyes locking with Cleone's. "He needs t
ing in the hollow space where Cleone's hear
dignity she had clung to, the years of repressed pain, humiliation, and
d on pure, pr
palm connecting with Aurelia's
feigned shock, a flicker of triumph
his face contorting into a mask of fury as he took in the scene: his fragil
devastating revelation, had just blown
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