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Chapter 82

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-17 18:38:24

ELISHA’S POV

I had heard whispers.

Not just in the idle chitchat that floats around parties or in the back rooms of offices. No. These were deliberate, quiet conversations. The kind that always began with someone leaning in and lowering their voice, as if the truth they were about to share was too heavy to say out loud.

“Anthony’s father wants him to remarry.”

Of course he did.

Old money didn’t leave men unanchored.

A man like Anthony—with his name, his reach, his potential volatility—wasn’t safe without a ring on his finger. The marriage didn’t need to be real; it didn’t even need to be happy. It just had to look good. Controlled. A wife signaled that he wasn’t drifting. That he was stable. Predictable. Safe for business. Safe for legacy.

And when it became clear to his father that I wasn’t coming back, that I had finally drawn a line—I suppose other arrangements had been made.

Quietly, of course.

I didn’t know what Sylvester thought. Whether he’d protested or even known. If he had
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georgia nimtz
This is messed up. She just moved back to the mansion when he asked her to. He knew all along and hid it well. Is any of Elisha's relationship with Anthony real?
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