of the study swung
his hand. He was furious. Her father, Lord Reginald
d with anger when he saw her. "There you are.
he polished mahogany table between them. She
metallic clink that sh
cing, his face red. "Eleonora! How could you j
r eyes were locked on Julian. "I
An answer? There is nothing to answer. I have already made t
eight a tool of intimidation. "I will marry Isabell
him with utter di
stowing a great honor. "It is the best outcome you
She looked at her father, expectin
desperate pragmatism. "Eleonora, Julian is thinking of your welfar
er heart, already fractur
s a shard of ice. "I, Eleonora Beaumo
on't be ungrateful. Who else would have you
gaining strength, "than a man who breaks his word an
a nerve. His face flushed wi
t step back. She met his furious
mid-air. He rememb
acket in a pathetic attempt to regain his composur
desk, his face red with fury. "For the honor o
onor that was bought by selling your own daughter? The honor t
er. "The moment you called this a 'respecta
, pointing a shaking finger at h
lling one last time on the ring glitteri
k on them and walk
" Julian's cold voice followed h
hand closed around the c
r her. It was the feeling of a chain
n. Light from the hallway flo
d for the first t
r, sealing away the stunned and
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