Forbidden Bond

MONTHS

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space that shielded me from his wife's punching hands, Beatrice. My head weighed heavily

e caftan and was sitting slanted. A book covere

sponsibility fo

enced the whispers f

ou will deal with it.... you

widened in

t wasn't intentional he yelled.

n considering his mental health?"What this would do to him?" His happiness?" He can't thro

st. I felt the sincerity in his words, and it stung. We are discussing the future CEO of Mamarata Company a

his agitation obvious, as

ment, but Mr. Raymond's proposal that Liam Mar

air they fix them," Mr. Raymond

e absolutely nothing to deserve this," Th

tious th

eatrice's punching hand proved me wrong. She lunged at me, slapp

umbness. I lifted my gaze to find Beatrice's face illuminated by a triumphant smile, her satisfaction visible.

to whom and for what reason, I didn't know. Pe

hundered, "It takes two to tangle

putation in every aspect of my life. Nobody," he emphasized, stepping closer to Liam, "will tarnish that legacy. Yo

imed in unison, their voices a

he admired. But the awkwardness was there; it wasn't natural for her. She was trained and had lived her life respecting and

rself. Challenging Raymond was unfamiliar, and she could se

Threatening his inheritance?" She asked, her w

irritation. He seemed to have witnessed a boring show and with a dismis

kneeling position, feeling like I'd been thrown into a den of lions. Did Mr. Raymond not care about

by his protection,' she warned, her words echoed coldly in my ear. 'Listen carefully: go in there an

tching a fruit from the basket on the table. I couldn't help

hesitating mid-motion as I resisted the urge to rub my ear

g the words. The realization and reality that I had nowhere else to ca

or perhaps his clothes had made him seem so. His expression was more of defeat than anger,

ice asked sarcastically, "What did you expe

he swiftly grabbed it and hastened upstairs, his face

ional. Thabita said leaning forward to the couch, "My d