The Heiress's Forbidden Love

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doormen, who used to greet her with polite nods and murmured Good evenings, had closed the gates in her face without h

wrapped in that damned emerald gown, clutching her purse a

had been n

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ts behind their glasses of champagne-had likely already moved on to the next scandal. By the tim

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ion, didn't care about last names, didn't ask questions. The man at th

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le flickering lamp that cast shadows s

e weight of everything pressing down

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ing, listening to the rain hammer against t

er throat was raw, and the crushing weight

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n Sin

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its glass facade reflecting the storm clouds above. It was an empire bu

ving doors, feeling the weight o

the pristine, polished hei

Gone was the perfectly sty

the bottom of her suitcase, paired with heels that were slightly scuffed. No

alked with h

see the cracks, they wou

t eyed her carefully, professional smile firmly

r gaze evenly

oman's eyes. Of course, she kn

o see Mr.

hesitated. "Mr. S

erena interrupted smoothly. "

ated, then pick

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e you." A pause. Then, the receptionist's express

ger s

, fi

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o the top floor fel

still see him

the gala, watching her public destructio

see her at her lowe

t untouchable. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline,

black desk near t

n Sin

she entered. Didn

hing her with that same detached, analyt

forcing herself to kee

s voice as smooth as aged whiskey

clutch tighter

of si

ghtly, as if considering

liberate slow

e moved with the ease of a man who never rus

e laced with quiet amusem

er-not in a way that wa

f not to shift under

slightly. "And why

have not

ed to prove

on powerful enough to make t

r chin. "Because

stepped closer, his presence pressing against her like a storm rolli

e thrumm

et and lethal. "Then w

thout hesitation. "

ickered in h

"Let me guess," he murmured. "Your father cut you off. The Lancaster na

as a dagger

refused

ration," she said coolly.

arest hint of amusement in

. "Are you going

weighted

esk. "You'll start as an assistant. No favors, n

ed through

is gaze sharp as a blade. "Th

quickene

voice a murmur o

't last

er ran down

t his gaze

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