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Gordon sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his face a thundercloud. On a nearby sofa, C
d to the center of the room a
ss! Attacking your own sister, days before her wedding! D
urt, but my gaze was locked onto his face. I watched the slight, nervous twitch in
red, letting my voice crack slightly. "She called h
n't publicly trample without looking like a monster. As a surgeon, I knew exactl
y didn't want to dig into the past. "The matter is settled," he snapped, waving a dismissive hand to cover his unease. "You will beha
dercloud vanished, replaced by paternal concern. "Charly, stop crying. Your
ehind my mask of contrition. They thought they were sending me to a graveyar
hawl resting on her vanity. On its own, the plant was dormant. But based on my knowledge of advanced chemistry and medicine, the moment it mixed with the heavy, synthetic sweet pea perfume she wore so proudly, a severe, histaminic derma
bediently, shielding the da
s, fit for a princess. It was for Charly, who was heading to the main estate to claim her stolen crown. The other w
raped in silks and pearls. He fussed over h
oward the black carriage. Not once did my father look
and my triumphant sister, calculating the exact timeline of the
nnocent smile I could muster. "I
eated girl. To me, it was a surgical precis
t the cool glass of the window and closed my eyes. The road ahead was a terrifying unknown, but for the first time in my life, I felt completely c
from the grand celebrations. It finally jolted to a halt in the
le, stooped old woman named Agnes, holding a smoky oil lamp. S
spartan bedroom. It was clean, but a fire had not b
husband. No warmth. Just a p
the cold, silent room, I didn'
ed me. No one expected anything from me. It was the perfect, isolated
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