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Chapter 8: A Mother’s Fury

Penulis: LORI D. LEE
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-08 22:10:41
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Allen was in his study going through some office work.Meanwhile downstairs, Rachel's laughter mixed with her stylist's voice as they discussed fabric choices.

He was halfway through reading a report when a loud, sharp voice cut through the air like a whip.

“Allen!”

The sound jolted him from his chair. He didn’t need to look to know who it was. His mother’s voice could make grown men sweat—and Allen had spent a lifetime learning not to flinch when she used it.

He stepped out of his study just as Katherina swept into the living room. Her coat was still draped over her shoulders, her heels clicking across the polished floor like gunfire. Her eyes, dark and sharp, were locked onto the scene in front of her.

Rachel stood near the large mirror in the corner, a white satin wedding gown half-zipped at her back. The stylist, a nervous young woman, was frozen mid-pin, eyes darting from Rachel to Katherina as if she might vanish if she stayed too still.

Rachel turned, a bright smile
LORI D. LEE

Dear Readers, Thank you for choosing to spend your time with my story. I deeply appreciate your continued support and engagement—it means more than words can express. Your feedback, reviews, and thoughtful comments not only motivate me but also help shape the direction of the story. I’m committed to delivering a compelling, emotionally rich narrative that keeps you turning the pages. If you’re enjoying the journey, I kindly encourage you to follow the story, leave a review, and share it with others who might appreciate it. Thank you once again for being a part of this experience. Warm regards, Lori D. Lee

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