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Chapter two hundred and thirty five.

Author: ORJI
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-24 22:15:44

Eva's POV.

I stood before the mirror, my palms pressed flat against the edge of the dressing table, staring at the woman reflected back at me. She was not the same woman who has been tiptoeing around Aragorn’s walls these past few weeks, no... this was someone carefully put together, and well polished like a weapon disguised as a jewel.

I had chosen the gown deliberately, a silken fabric that clung to every curve like a second skin. Its deep neckline dipped just enough to tease, without crossing into vulgarity, while the rich shade of maroon kissed my skin in a way that made my eyes appear brighter.

My hair I had let tumble down in loose waves, framing my face soothingly.

My lips were painted a shade that matched the dress, my cheeks brushed with warmth, and my eyes… oh, I had rimmed them just dark enough to seem dangerous, a queen preparing to face her king.

Nicklaus.

The name fluttered in my chest, how much I have missed my husband.

I had no illusions about what awaited me. His fu
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