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Chapter 39 — The Day Before

Billie Patsy
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 07.10.2026 16:56:08

Rhett’s POV

The day before the wedding sat on my chest like something I had agreed to carry and could no longer put down.

Each hour made the decision feel more foolish and more necessary at the same time. I could stand on my own feet. I could run a company without my father’s hand on every signature. I still could not seem to choose a life that belonged only to me.

Isolde’s messages and calls stacked on the phone. I left them unread. I left them unanswered. If she thought the threat in the h
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