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BENEATH THE FACADE

Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secret awaits

Chapter 29

Emily's POV:

Earlier that morning, Ethan’s voice had wrapped around me like a secret too beautiful to keep.

“Be ready by sunset,” he’d said, his tone soft, laced with something that felt like mischief and meaning. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

He hadn’t told me more than that. No hints. No clues. Just that quiet certainty in his voice that always made me feel like the world was tilting toward something good. And now, as the sky began to turn gold outside the window, my heart beat a little faster.

He'd asked me specifically to wear the black gown. The gown. The one I wore on our very first date. The one with the delicate lace sleeves and the subtle shimmer at the hem that caught the light when I walked. I hadn’t worn it since that night, but I hadn’t forgotten how he looked at me when I did. Like I was a story he hadn’t read yet but couldn’t wait to.

As I slipped it over my shoulders, I felt
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