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She hesitated, the sweat at her brow now more noticeable. “Well, we usually present samples for our clients and the embroidery took longer than expected. The team—our head tailor, actually—insisted on double-checking the measurements to ensure everything was perfect. We didn’t want to compromise the quality.”I arched a brow, unimpressed. “So you risked my wedding day to do something I never asked for?”“I thought you all wanted to hold onto it forever,” I continued, my tone even but cold.I folded my arms and stood still, watching her.She smiled. “Ah… we’re so sorry for the delay,” she said quickly, avoiding my eyes and glancing instead toward the tall windows like s was trying to calculate the distance to the nearest exit. “It’s just been a really busy week at our stores. It’s been difficult to keep up.”Her words spilled out too fast, too practiced. She was hoping that explanation would pass.I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just waited.She cleared his throat and added, “But w

The wedding was in two days, and I still hadn’t received any feedback from Elysian Gowns. No messages, no missed calls, no updates. Silence. I couldn’t afford to wait anymore.Without a word, I grabbed my purse and walked outside the mansion. The late morning air greeted me. I stood still, letting the breeze comb through my hair, taking in a deep breath.Behind me, Miriam hovered at a distance, watching and waiting for my next move.I was about to walk towards one of the cars when I heard the slow, measured sound of footsteps approaching. Heavy. Familiar. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. His scent was familiar. Cohen.I froze for a second, my back instinctively straightening. I turned slightly, my eyes flicking in his direction just to confirm. It was him—he was walking toward me, his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks, that unbothered expression resting on his face.I turned away quickly before our eyes could meet, ttrying to calm myself. I stared ahead, trying

“Drink some water, it will help,” he suggested. I shook my head, placing the glass back on the cupboard. “You don’t offer someone having a heart attack a glass of water, do you?” “Then what do you suppose I do?” He asked. Is this how he comforted somebody? I never expected less. “Why are you here?” I avoided his question. “Do you get these nightmares often?” He threw a question back at me. Is this how this night would be? Would we be going back and forth. “I’m going back to sleep,” I said, turned, reaching for my blanket. He grabbed my wrist. “Look at me,” he demanded. Reluctantly, I turned to face him. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and uncertain, as if he wasn’t used to offering comfort but had still chosen to try. The words struck me harder than they should have. Not because they were harsh—no, they were gentle, maybe even sincere—but because I wasn’t used to hearing them. No one had ever asked me that. Not once. But now, this man… he did. Did he

I paced back and forth in the room, going through my conversation with Feran. Nothing made sense. Miriam didn’t help either, she left me wondering and didn’t bother to reveal what she knew. I didn’t have much information. I needed to know what Miriam and Feran’s true intentions were. Who did Feran work with? A normal person would wrap their hands around the friend they claimed to miss but she stared at me like she couldn’t believe I was still alive, like she didn’t want me to be alive. I bit my nails. Miriam only seemed to harbor nothing but hate for me, not that that bothered me but I wanted to be assured that she simply just hated me and didn’t intend to hurt me and if she did hurt Giulia, who did she work for? Who was she with when she wasn’t with me?Then there was Cohen’s brother, he didn’t even inform me he had a brother and why? What’s so hard in telling me you have a brother your mate is head over heels in love with. Did he know his brother—Nathaniel loved Giulia? I ha

I looked over at Gabriel, narrowing my eyes. “He told me to stay here so you wouldn’t do anything stupid,” he informed me. I scoffed. Stupid?I rolled my eyes and slipped back into bed, speechless. Had he done this because he genuinely cared? His expression didn’t say so.“I heard you tried to kill yourself”.There goes the chatty guard Gabriel. I didn’t indulge, instead I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over my head. That didn’t faze him, he just kept talking. “You shouldn’t do that again,” he instructed. I scoffed. Did he expect me to just listen to him?“Cohen’s mother died and it still haunts him,” he explained. “He blames himself for her death so when he saw you, he called the family doctor to examine your scars and to check if you ingested something”.The realization hit me. No wonder he was so angry?‘I belonged to him,” I mumbled his words as I recalled them. “His mother was mentally ill, she became that way after her miscarriage. She had a series of misc

I could feel someone’s hands on me. My heart immediately began racing and my breath came out in fast paces. No one touched me with the right intentions. It was either was either an aggressive touch, forcing me out of my sleep to do something for them and Tesson’s touch was never calm, it was never soft, it always had a deeper reason. His hands never caressed my face as this touch did. His touch either grabbed my arms or reached for my skirt. I began to wear jeans and never let myself sleep deeply to evade his touch. He’d tell me to be glad that he was touching me, after all no one wanted me because I was a daughter of a rogue and he told me that was what love is, but right now, this gentle brush against my face didn’t feel anything like how he touched me. Was this love? I pried my eyes open and met Cohen staring back at me. I frowned slightly. This wasn’t love either. I stared at him, wondering what he wanted. Did something happen? Why was he here? Suddenly, my mind went