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Smile Before You Bleed

作者: Inkbykels
last update publish date: 2026-07-17 12:15:24

"Withdraw your wife from the Whitmore Gala."

The words landed before the meeting had properly begun.

Around the polished table, no one spoke.

Julian finished signing the document in front of him before placing his pen aside.

"Say that again."

One of the directors cleared his throat.

"One public mistake is all it takes. The restaurant incident has already done enough damage, and Lady Ashworth's table is the worst place to send someone inexperienced."

Another director slid a printed report across
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  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   The Night She Remembered

    Eva's scream tore Julian out of sleep before he'd even registered moving.He was down the hall and through her door in seconds, chest heaving, finding her upright in bed, drenched in sweat, hands fisted in the sheets like she was trying to hold onto something solid."Eva." He crossed the room fast, dropping onto the edge of the bed. "Eva, look at me."Her eyes found his, wild and unseeing at first, then slowly focusing."Don't let him take me," she gasped."Who?"She didn't answer. She simply reached out and grabbed his shirt, fingers curling tight into the fabric like she needed proof he was real."Julian," she whispered, breath still ragged. "I couldn't see anything. I couldn't see you.""I'm here.""Where were you?"He didn't understand the question, not fully, but he didn't try to correct her. He simply pulled her against his chest and let her breathe there, trembling and shaking, until the worst of it passed.---"Don't go," Eva murmured, some time later, her voice small in the d

  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   What They Do With The Truth

    Eva had never seen Julian ignore Grandmother Isabella.He could disagree with her. He could argue with her. Even when she irritated him, there had always been something careful in the way he treated her, a respect that seemed almost instinctive.That morning, there was none of it.Breakfast was quieter than usual. Isabella sat at the head of the table, her tea untouched for several minutes while Julian ate across from her without once looking in her direction.She finally broke the silence."You're not going to ask how I slept?"Julian continued cutting his toast without answering.Grandmother Isabella's fingers tightened slightly around the handle of her cup.Eva looked between them but said nothing.A few moments later, Isabella reached for the teapot."Julian."He looked up.She seemed to search his face for something familiar and found very little."Are you going into the city today?""Yes.""Do you need the driver?""No."He returned to his breakfast.Under any other circumstance

  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   They letter they were never meant to read

    Grandmother Isabella noticed it at breakfast — the way Lucien's eyes lingered on her a beat too long before he answered anything she asked."You've been looking at me differently," she said finally."Have I?""You used to look at me as though you were still trying to understand something." She watched him over her tea. "Now you look as though you've already found the answer."Lucien held her gaze a moment longer than necessary. "Maybe I finally stopped asking the wrong question."He excused himself before she could press further, and Isabella sat alone with her tea growing cold, a quiet apprehension settling beneath her composure that she didn't examine too closely.She found him alone in the library that afternoon."Did your grandfather leave you anything else?” she asked casually.Lucien looked up. "Why would you ask that?""He was fond of leaving things unfinished.""He did." Lucien's expression gave away nothing. "Leave things unfinished, I mean."He walked away before she could a

  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   The One They Chose

    Leo found Julian at the stables, leaning against the fence while Eva worked with the mare a few yards away.“The crest is Castellan,” Leo said without introduction.Julian’s eyes remained on Eva for another moment before he turned to him. “Confirmed?”The jeweler kept private commission records for the family going back decades. This particular design appears in his ledgers, but only among older commissions from extended branches of the family rather than the immediate line.”“How many people could have ordered it?”Leo hesitated. “That’s the problem. More than I expected. Some of the older records are incomplete. Several pages are missing, and parts of the remaining books were damaged by water. I can narrow the possibilities, but I can’t identify the person yet.”Julian’s expression hardened as he considered that.“Locate the missing documents,” he said.“Yes, sir.” Leo lowered his voice. “If whoever wore that cufflink is still connected to the family—”“Don’t worry about that.” Juli

  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   The Past Had Found Its Way Back

    "Lucien has a letter from Grandfather," Julian said, setting his cup down without hesitation.Grandmother looked up, tea halfway to her lips. Her hand stopped — a small movement, easy to miss."A letter.""Left for him specifically. He won't say what's in it.""Did you read it?""It's not mine to read."Isabella lowered her eyes back to her cup, composed again almost instantly. "Then I imagine it's not mine to know either.""You looked surprised.""I'm old enough that very little surprises me anymore." She took a sip, With deliberate ease. "Your grandfather kept things to himself. It wouldn't be the first time he left something unexplained."Julian looked at her, waiting for something more. Nothing came. He wasn't convinced, but he knew better than to turn breakfast into an interrogation. He left it alone. Isabella calmly sipped her tea, giving no sign that the conversation had bothered her.---She encountered Lucien in the hallway an hour later, cheerful as ever, a cup of coffee in

  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   The Things We Don't Say

    Julian needed the old property survey from Grandfather's estate files, and when he couldn't find it in his own study, he remembered Lucien had been working out of the east sitting room since he'd moved back in.He knocked once, got no answer, and let himself in anyway.The room was half-organized, still — books stacked in uneven piles, a suitcase that had never quite made it fully unpacked. He checked the desk first, then the shelves. Nothing. He moved to the old filing cabinet near the window and pulled open the drawers one by one.Then his hand closed around an envelope instead of the document he'd been looking for.He recognized the handwriting immediately. Unmistakably their grandfather's.He didn't open it. Whatever this was, it clearly hadn't been meant for him.He was still holding it when Lucien walked back in. "Looking for something?" Lucien asked, voice carefully even.“I think I found something you weren't looking for me to see.” Julian held the envelope up between them.Lu

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