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Chapter 33

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Chapter 33

Landon walked back. Straight toward her.

The crowd parted. Let him through. Still applauding. Still gasping.

"How generous," someone whispered.

"What a wonderful brother," someone else said.

He stopped in front of her. Opened the case.

The diamonds glittered. Mocking. Claiming.

Sienna's breath caught. The lights from the chandeliers hit each stone like tiny knives. The sparkle was blinding. Almost cruel. A beauty that didn't belong to her. That she didn't want.

"May I?" His voice was polite. Brotherly.

But his eyes. God. His eyes were dark. Hungry. Possessive.

Sienna wanted to run. Wanted to scream. Wanted to rip the necklace from his hands and throw it across the room.

But she couldn't. Everyone was watching. Cameras still flashing. Lenses capturing what looked like a tender moment between in-laws. Not the silent violation that it was.

She nodded. Couldn't speak. Her throat was dry. The word "yes" refused to form.

Landon stepped behind her.

His hands came around. Lifting t
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