obscene it made her feel sick. To her, the ring wasn't a symbol of love or commitment; it was a liability, a
d, her voice losing its conviction. "It's no
breachable wall. It was a tactic he used, she realized. He would wa
le. With a sigh of defeat, s
t, capturing her
fingers brushing against hers as he took her left hand. His touch was impers
to her finger, her gaz
th caught in
. A wide, simple, platinum ring that she had nev
r finger. It felt heavy, foreign. A brand. It locked hervoice devoid of any emotion. "My grandfather, Richard
e empire. And, oddly enough, the only member of the Sinclair clan who had ever shown her a shred of kindness
replaced by a different kind of anxiety. Richard Sinclair was sharp. He s
lian observed, his eyes narr
id quickly.
presence, you will be the perfect, loving wife. Every look, every touch,
the Bentley pulled smoothly out of the parking lot a
ed entrance of the Sinclair Estate, he didn't use the valet. He parked the car, got out
ormance
asant, serene smile and looped her arm through his. As they walked toward the massive front doo
stood at the top of the sweeping staircase, her expression a perfect port
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