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t into the comforting scent of eucalyptus at my flower shop. I wanted the quiet rhythm of my ordinary life and the safety of m
the estate tonight," Peter said, his ton
signed a temporary agreement. That doesn't include pa
simply dialed his phone
it. "Garric
lionaire was gone, replaced by a tight, coiled urgency. "The family has gathered. They are waitin
request. For the first time
"Fine. But I'm d
at me in the mirror. The tailored emerald silk gown whispered of old money, but beneath the flawles
the heavy oak doors swung open, the low murmuring in the grand fo
edatory grace, his large, warm hand settling firmly on the
through the sudden silence, absolute
Within minutes, a woman wit
h elegant disdain. "Which prominent family do you belong to? Or
rby, laughed softly.
ly that works hard for what they have, Matilda. I haven't ch
se it takes a certain kind of desperation for so
, but Garrick stepped forward.
, freezing the room. "You will speak to my wife with
s family. My breath hitched. He was still the cold, untouchable Garrick Sincl
sealing us off from the lingering whispers downstairs. The room was a sprawli
ight," he said, pouring a glass of amber liquid at a side tab
oor, gripping my clutch. "
laced by the imposing force of a man used to absolute obedience. "It's past midnight, Cecelia. My rel
can't bully me," I fired back. "I played the part. But our a
e sheer size of him was overwhelming. "It's not a prison. I
e has been upended. I need to go back to my house. I need to tell my mom I'm back fr
t logical for you to shuttle back and forth to tha
tonight, and I am grateful for that. But I told you-I am doing this my way. I
t, a battle of wills. I braced myself for him to demand compliance. Instead, his gaze dr
is phone. "But you are not taking a cab. Peter will dr
didn't realize I was
thered house. A wave of relief washed over me. I turned the key q
dark. Too da
out softly, kick
le
or was ajar. I pushed it open, expecting to see
y chest. "Mom?" I called louder
he kitchen and fr
y shattered near the counter, a pool of white milk spreading across the tiles.
oo
oming in jagged gasps as my eyes traced the red smears. They trailed i
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