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The waiting Game

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"Lady Ashworth will see Mrs. Castellan shortly."

The announcement had come nearly twenty minutes ago.

Since then, Eva had done little more than stand near the edge of the ballroom, an untouched glass of champagne resting lightly in her hand as conversation flowed around her without ever quite including her.

She could feel the waiting.

It lingered in every curious glance that drifted her way, in every lowered voice that paused just long enough before moving on again. People weren't pretending no
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  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   What She Wanted

    “Julian, what was my career like before the accident?”He looked up from his coffee, caught off guard by the question.“Where’s this coming from?”“I keep remembering pieces of things, but they never seem to be enough.” She folded her hands around her cup. “I remember places, conversations, sometimes things people said to me, but I don't remember what my life actually looked like. What I did every day. What I wanted.”Julian looked at her for a moment before setting his coffee down.“You used to be interested in business and investment, but you never pursued it seriously.”Eva blinked. “Really?”“Yes.” A faint smile touched his mouth. “You were interested in the Castellan Group's investment division. You used to argue with me about the annual reports.”He shrugged slightly. “I guess the accident happened, and then everything changed.”Eva looked down at her coffee for a moment.“I think I want it back.”“I can arrange a position for you in the company,” he offered.Eva immediately sho

  • 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

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