เข้าสู่ระบบ"You... you aren't lying to me?" I whispered, my voice small, trembling against his lips. "I swear to you on my life, Dahlia. I swear to you on the life of our child," he breathed, his hands sliding from my shoulders up to my face, his rough thumbs catching the tears tracking down my cheeks. His
Dahlia For a long, agonizing second, neither of us breathed. The grandfather clock in the corner of the dining room ticked loudly, a sound that felt like a countdown Sebastian stood completely paralyzed, his hand still hovering near his coat on the rack where he had reached for it earlier, his ph
I opened my mouth to argue but nothing came out. “See?” she whispered. “I don’t know if taking him back is the right decision. I don’t know if he’ll ever fully earn your trust again. I don’t know what tomorrow looks like for either of you.” She brushed another tear from my cheek. “What I do know i
“Mom, I don’t know what to believe anymore.” I set the wine bottle down on the counter and rubbed at my forehead. “Everything feels messed up right now. The station today brought everything back. The divorce. Arabella. The fire. The wedding. All of it.” I laughed weakly and shook my head. “And Seb
The Miller estate boasted one of the most exclusive private wine collections in the country. Most people assumed my parents simply owned a successful vineyard. Most people were wrong. The vineyard the public knew about was only one piece of the empire. The truly valuable bottles never carried th
But he was nervous. Genuinely, visibly nervous. It was a sight I had only witnessed zero times in all the years I’d known him, and the fact that my mother could produce it in him when boardrooms couldn’t said something interesting about both of them. “Good evening, Mrs. Miller,” Sebastian said,







