oom. It was arranged like a courtr
pained disappointment expertly plastered on his face. Behind them, Isabella stood, dabbing at her perfectl
he room and stood, her posture per
ne. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silenc
d her lips. "I'm afraid not. Pl
u are hurt by what happened with Julian. But to openly defy your father
sister... I never should have fallen in love with Julian. P
hetic glances from the elders. Th
You will apologize to Julian and accept his generous offer! If you refuse, I will have
the air. It was soc
unding her. The hypocrite. The wea
ds. The Vanderbilt name is
ar van
and clear. "Father, do you truly believe that making your fi
y, his face turning a blotchy re
Cornelius interjected smoothly. "Your sacrifice
rously soft tone, "to secure a future for Isabella and a mil
had just exposed his personal st
p. "It seems the head of House Beaumont is no longer
his feet, his face contorted with fury. "Insol
rvants stepped f
ld advise you to think very carefully before
r, confusing them. What
into the room, his voice t
he Grand Duke's Guard, Lord Rook,
Vanderbilt? What business could the
he room swivel
d across her face. Her r
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