Jilted Heiress: Her Reign Has Begun

Stark

nd her makeup was minimal, designed to highlight the pale, fragile look she had perfected. She looked like a frightened do

asterful p

ething in her ear that made her blush. He plac

murmur of conversation-it all died. The Warren elders looked profound

he silent, rightful queen who had

e my voice. I

words were quiet, but they cut throu

the crystal clattering against the plate. "Oh! I' m so sorry," she stammered, her lo

tight with annoyance. He didn' t even look at me. He w

"That is the seat of the lady of this house. A position you are not,

sob and buried her face

lly glaring at me. "She' s pregnant. She needs to be clo

was a lit match in a

was paid for with the entirety of the Stark legacy. It represents a promise made

lding her with his body as if I were a physical threat. "She has the right because she is carrying my son!" he roared,

tecting he

en. Fremont, then a boy of twelve, had stood in front of me just like this, his arms spread wide, yelling at the dog

ed at me with cold fury. A man who had transferred his lo

ed in a flurry of awkward apologies and averted eye

my room. He reeked of whis

he slurred, leaning against the do

o him. On the screen was the thread of Corina' s harassing m

ning from his face. For a momen

ng quickly. "She' s insecure. I' ll talk to her." He

nd, burying his face in my hair. The smell of anot

r. "Once I' m CEO, I' ll marry you. I promise. Just be pat

ful it was a physical force. I shov

issed, my voice filled with a

is drunken eyes st

said, the words tasting like freedo

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