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CHAPTER 26
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“I need a job.”The words, spoken with a quiet but firm resolve, sliced through the cavernous silence of the breakfast table. Adrien, who had been engrossed in his laptop, slowly looked up. The polished black marble separating him from Rachael felt more like a mile.“Why?” he asked, sounding uninterested.“Why?” Rachael repeated, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. “Because I can’t just sit here all day, Adrien. I am not an ornament you place on a shelf and take down for parties. I had a life before this. I had a job.”“You had a job before you married me,” he countered, his voice turning to ice. “Now, you are my wife. You have access to my wealth. You have no need for a job.”“But I have a want for one,” she shot back, leaning forward. “I can’t spend the rest of my life shopping and waiting for you to summon me. This life is boring.”A flicker of annoyance crossed his face. “You are enjoying the benefits of my ‘boring’ life quite well. The clothes, this penthouse, the security your
The Beaumont Revenge CHAPTER 26
Rachael’s eyes fluttered open to the soft beams of morning light streaming through the tall glass windows. For a moment, she forgot where she was. The oversized room, the high ceilings, the faint hum of the city beyond, it was all still unfamiliar. She stretched, her body sore from the events of the previous day. The wedding. The vows. The smile she forced to hold in place while the world watched.With a sigh, she pulled herself from bed and padded toward the bathroom.The warm shower was almost therapeutic, washing away the remnants of exhaustion. She lingered a little longer than usual, not quite ready to face what the day might bring. By the time she emerged, wrapped in a robe, the faint aroma of something rich and savory wafted through the house. Coffee. Eggs. Toast.Her stomach betrayed her with a soft growl.Rachael dressed quickly—a strapless short, red flare dress, her hair swept into a loose ponytail. She slipped on her flipflops and followed the scent down the grand staircas
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“You may kiss your bride.”The officiant’s words, spoken with a warm, benevolent smile, dropped into the silent air of the sun-drenched terrace. For a single, agonizing second, nothing happened. The world seemed to hold its breath. The fifty or so guests—a curated collection of Adrien’s most important business associates, his uncle, and Rachael’s small, bewildered family—watched expectantly.Rachael’s heart hammered against her ribs. She could feel the heat of Adrien’s presence beside her, could smell the faint, clean scent of his expensive cologne. This was the moment the performance became physical. He turned to her, his movements fluid and controlled. His dark eyes, unreadable as ever, held hers. There was no warmth, no affection, only a cool, silent command: Play your part.He lowered his head, and she instinctively tilted hers up. His hand came to rest on her waist, his touch firm and possessive, a brand through the delicate lace of her gown. His lips met hers. The kiss was brief
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Adrien sat behind his mahogany desk, the late morning light streaming in through the tall glass windows of his office. The skyline of Marseille stood in the distance, but Adrien barely noticed. His attention was fixed on the contracts spread out before him, pen gliding across paper with the practiced precision of a man used to closing deals worth millions. His suit jacket hung on the back of his chair, sleeves rolled to his elbows, showing veins of tension that no one dared comment on.The door opened without a knock. Only one person had the nerve to do that.“Sir,” Etienne’s voice carried a subtle ease, though his eyes gave away curiosity. He stepped in, carrying a small velvet box. “Your wedding rings just arrived.”Adrien didn’t look up immediately. He capped his pen, leaned back in his chair, and finally raised his eyes. “Set them on the table,” he said casually, his tone detached, like he was discussing office supplies, not a lifelong bond.Etienne arched an eyebrow, placing the
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The Cadillac pulled up in front of the hotel suite. Neither of them had spoken much since dinner, and the silence inside the car was suffocating. Adrien’s phone glowed faintly in his hand, his attention fixed on the screen.“You played your role well tonight,” he said suddenly, his voice smooth, detached.Rachael’s jaw tightened. “My role?”He glanced at her then, expression unreadable. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? A performance. You agreed to it. Don’t forget the terms.”She forced a hollow smile. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare forget.”The car slowed to a stop. Adrien’s eyes lingered on her for the briefest moment, then he looked away. Cold. Precise. A transaction, not a marriage.Before she could respond, the driver opened her door. Without another word, she stepped out, the weight of his silence trailing her all the way into the hotel.She walked through the lobby, feeling the weight of his dismissal like a physical cloak. When she finally reached the sanctuary of her suite and
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Rachael stirred awake to the unfamiliar sensation of peace. For the first time in months, her body wasn’t stiff from sleeping on a hard bed, her ears weren’t pricked for footsteps that might chase her away. The mattress beneath her felt impossibly soft, a cocoon of silk and down that swallowed her whole. She sank deeper into the warmth of the sheets, a fleeting smile tugging at her lips.For a heartbeat, she forgot where she was.Then her eyes lifted to the glittering chandelier overhead, its golden crystals shimmering like liquid fire in the sunlight. Reality returned like a slap.The presidential suite. Adrien’s doing.A knock at the door broke the silence. Rachael scrambled upright, clutching her robe tighter. A hotel attendant rolled in a silver-laden cart, bowing slightly before setting it in the center of the room. When he lifted the lids, her breath caught.Croissants, their edges golden and flaking. Juicy berries arranged in little porcelain bowls. Paper-thin slices of smoked
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