Chains of Fortune: Beneath the Blackwood Name
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very corner of Lucien Blackwood's penthouse office. Ivy Sinclair sat ramrod stra
But her father had begged-no, bartered-he
All cheekbones and cold blue eyes, his stillness made her
hands on the table. "You unders
't a qu
psing. I marry you. You get access to our pate
indow as if bored already. But Ivy
ot afraid
course I am. But fear d
e his gaze lingered. Piercing. Asse
smile. "Neither are you. I tho
eyes-amusement? Annoyance? She
The wedding is in three weeks. Y
r a response. The
heels echoing against polished st
rself to the colde
. Ivy stared out the tinted window, her thoughts spiraling through everything she was leaving
r father... he's desperate. And thi
ossess. The lines w
g about this building screamed Lucien. Cold. Clean. Immaculate. She was ushered in
ice that felt like the inside of a high-end wat
ing window, overlooking the city.
re ea
't give m
learning
tightrope. Ivy crossed the room slowly, he
s of heiresses who would gladly climb i
eadable. "Because you don't want it
. "You think not wanting y
angerous. And I don
, "You'll attend my mother's memorial next we
know she
ut the world t
. "You faked your
d thinly. "N
lence. Her father's name signed across a hundred documents. Her future spelled
love. Or happi
ng up in the modest brownstone where laughter used to echo through the halls. Before the
arrying Luci
m to save what was
her eyes, one th
g them meant
ning on the horizon. The driver barely acknowledged her as he loaded her bags into the
arches. Metal gates that groaned like warning bells. The butler, a man named C
ood is in t
urse
eflected her hesitation back at her. Ivy clutched her bag close
shadows. He stood when she entered, and for a moment, Ivy saw
're
ious
let's
lic appearances. A list of names and
that, we'll move fast. The wedding, the press, t
d y
at her. "I neve
d-but the fire cracked louder,
n with Ivy's eyes. Older. Wiser. Wearing a wedding
this?" s
He reached for the photo
the file by ac
it alon
she
oman who thought sh
om wen
ce dropped t
fai
h closure, but with a be
of a life that promised pow
Lu
or to his past... and d
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