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PILLOWS BETWEEN US ️
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2026-10-27 06:27:46
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His Beautiful Liar Ask Me, Then
AURELIA MARLOWEIvy's fingers clamped round mine, and neither of us moved."Mr Blackwell," she said, far too brightly. "We were just admiring the mint.""So I gather." His footsteps crossed the tiles, unhurried, and stopped beside the bench. "My wife planted it yesterday. She has a gift for making things grow in places they were never meant to."I had no idea how long he had been in the passage or how much he had heard, and his voice gave nothing away. It was warm, almost pleasant, the voice of a man welcoming a guest, and from a man who had never once been warm with me, it was far more frightening than his coldness."Come," he said. "Mrs Hale has gone to a great deal of trouble, and I'd hate for Miss Ivy to leave on an empty stomach.""Oh, I wasn't planning on staying—""Nonsense. You came all this way at six in the morning. The least I can do is feed you."There was no refusing him, and Ivy seemed to know it too, because she rose without another word and drew me up with her. The thr
His Beautiful Liar The Man Who Didn't Exist
AURELIA MARLOWE I was dreaming of the conservatory. The tiles were warm beneath my knees, the air smelled of crushed mint and damp soil, and Maisie was reading out the names of seedlings while I worked my fingers into a fresh bag of compost. Except the compost was strange. It was far too warm, and instead of crumbling, it was firm and smooth and seemed to be growing in my hand. I frowned in my sleep and squeezed, trying to work out which plant it could possibly be, and somewhere very close to my ear, a voice groaned. Maisie did not groan, and neither did compost, and I came awake all at once.The room was stifling, the duvet kicked down around my hips, and my cheek was pressed against something hot and solid that rose and fell beneath me with slow, uneven breaths. It smelled of cedar and clean musk. One of my legs was hooked over a thigh that was certainly not my own, and my hand was inside his trousers, wrapped around something thick and hard that throbbed against my palm. I knew ex
His Beautiful Liar The Missing Pillow
RONAN BLACKWELLShe went rigid on the stool. Her hands were folded in her lap, her shoulders drawn tight beneath a robe she had knotted so firmly at the waist, and her dark hair, freshly brushed, fell all the way down her back to the stool. In the mirror, her face was flushed from the heat and the bath, her lips parted, and her eyes, wide and unfocused, stared somewhere past my reflection. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever wanted to destroy, and she had absolutely no idea how she looked with her pulse jumping like that at the side of her throat."If you're so hot, Mr Blackwell," she said sweetly, "you're more than welcome to sleep in the garden. I'm told the lavender is lovely this time of year."My breath left me in a low, dark sound against her ear, nothing so generous as a laugh, and she shivered. I let her feel my smile against her skin."And leave you alone in my bed on your first night? I wouldn't dream of it."I straightened and stepped back, because the room was like
His Beautiful Liar PILLOWS BETWEEN US ️
AURELIA MARLOWE"No, I do not want to leave," I muttered, turning my head sharply from one sound to the next as drawers slid open and footsteps carried my things out of the room and across the landing towards Ronan's.When I had woken that morning, tangled in the sheets with my heart still racing from a nightmare I could not remember, I had lain very still and allowed myself to hope that none of it had been real. Not the study, not the water, and certainly not the moment he had taken the glass from my hand and dropped it somewhere on the table before sweeping me up into his arms as though I weighed nothing at all.I had been too stunned to say a single word. He had carried me up the stairs and along the landing without the slightest hurry, kicked my bedroom door open and dropped me onto the bed so unceremoniously that I bounced. By the time I had drawn breath to call him every name Ivy had ever taught me, his footsteps were already out of the door, and I was left shouting "You absolut
His Beautiful Liar The Last Night Alone.
AURELIA MARLOWEMy heart slammed against my ribs so violently that I was certain he could hear it.I turned slowly, my fingers tightening around my cane until the handle bit into my palm. I had not heard him come down the stairs. Not a creak, not a breath, nothing at all, and that frightened me more than his voice did. Somewhere in front of me stood a man who could move through this house in perfect silence, and I had no way of knowing what his face was doing, whether he was smiling or furious or simply toying with me the way a cat toys with a mouse it has not yet decided to kill.So I did what any well-brought-up girl would do when caught red-handed. I lied."Water," I said. "I wanted a glass of water, and I'm afraid I lost my way."A footstep, slow and unhurried, brought him closer. I stepped back at once, and my shoulders met the study door with a soft thud that seemed to echo down the entire corridor."You lost your way," Ronan repeated.His voice was so calm that it was almost ge
His Beautiful Liar Behind the Locked Door
AURELIA MARLOWEI had never been a violent person.I had never raised my hand against anyone, never thrown anything harder than a cushion and never once wished genuine harm on another human being. Yet since marrying the monster who walked around this house in the shape of a man, my thoughts had become positively deranged. I had imagined striking him across the face so many times in the past hour that I could almost feel the sting in my palm. Worse, I had imagined my hands around his throat, squeezing until that infuriating calm finally cracked and he understood how it felt to have someone else decide whether you breathed.The thought frightened me nearly as much as he did.I sat in the sitting room long after the doctor's car had gone, my knee freshly dressed and my hands folded so tightly in my lap that my knuckles ached. Ronan had returned, said nothing and left again, his footsteps fading towards the back of the house before a door closed somewhere beyond the hall.The study, I tho
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