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The Billionaire's Secret Bride chapter 464
Point of View: Alexander"I did not find that memo by accident, Mr. Sterling. I spent two years working for the man I hated, just so I could be standing in his vault on the right night."Mina Torres sat in the old library of the Sterling Club with a cup of tea she had not touched. It was three in the afternoon. Thin sun lay across the leather chairs. She wore the same gray cardigan from last night, and her cheeks burned scarlet, and her knee jiggled under the table as if it had a motor of its own.Marcus leaned against the bookshelves with his arms crossed. I had asked him to come. A year ago I would never have asked, and I would never have admitted why. I wanted a man in the room who knew every trick a liar could play, because he had played them all."Start from the beginning," I said."My real name is Mina Pryce Torres." She forced the words out in one rush. "Walter Pryce is my grandfather."Nobody spoke. A clock ticked on the mantel."My mother was his daughter. She died when I was
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Point of View: Elena"You have your mother's eyes, and her habit of standing very still when she is frightened. Sit down, girl. I have kept sixty years of other people's secrets, and today you get every one."Willow Court smelled of floor polish and boiled carrots. The garden behind it was small and wet, with rain still bending the late roses. A bench stood under a dripping oak, and on it sat a man the size of a folded coat. He wore one white glove. A gray umbrella leaned against his knee.Alexander stayed standing behind me with his hands in his pockets. Voss waited by the gate. A nurse named Delphine hovered nearby with a blanket and a worried face. "It is a good morning," she had whispered. "Do not wait."I sat. Walter Pryce looked at me for a long time, and then he took hold of the glove's fingertips and slowly drew it off.I had expected scars. I had not expected the way the skin looked, like melted candle wax, shiny and pulled tight, with the fingers fused into a claw. I did not
The Billionaire's Secret Bride chapter 462
Point of View: Alexander"Sir, I need you to hear me before you shout. I have known about the old man for four months. I kept him hidden from you, from your wife, and from the people who wanted him found."Harlan Voss stood in my kitchen at ten past six in the morning, with last night's rain still on his shoulders. He did not sit. In all his years with my family, I had never once seen him sit in this house.I had not slept. After Claire drifted off, still insisting the key stay around her own neck on its ribbon, Elena and I had sat on the edge of the bed and said almost nothing. At five I called Voss. At six he came."Four months," I said."Yes, sir.""You stood beside me in that ballroom last night. You let my wife walk onto a stage with a piece missing.""I let her walk onto that stage with every piece she needed." His voice stayed flat and calm. "The old man would not speak until she had. That was Margaret Hart's instruction, passed through Beatrice Lowe. If I had broken it, he wou
The Billionaire's Secret Bride chapter 461
Point of View: Elena"If you lie to me tonight, I will know. Daddy's left eyebrow goes up, and your hands go to your hair. So please do not do those things, and just tell me the truth, even if it is ugly."My hands were already in my hair. I put them in my lap.Alexander's left eyebrow had climbed halfway up his forehead. He pressed it down with one finger, like a man flattening a stubborn curl. Claire watched him do it. The corner of her mouth twitched, then went flat again. She was nine years old, and she was holding a trial in her pajamas."All right," I said. "The real story. But it is not a short one.""I have until I fall asleep," Claire said. "Mrs. Garza says that is usually nine thirty. But tonight I think I can stay up."The kitchen was quiet except for the refrigerator humming and the rain ticking on the glass above the sink. The milk in front of her had grown a thin skin. Her rabbit, Pickle, sat on her knee with one ear folded over, and she held that ear the way you hold a
The Billionaire's Secret Bride chapter 460
Point of View: Alexander“Dear Eleanor. If the hotel burns, they will look for a hand to hang it on. Let it be mine. I am old, and my debts are small, and my shop is only cloth.”My father read the first words in a thin, steady voice, sitting under the lights of the ballroom he had once burned. In his lap lay a single sheet of brown paper, soft as cloth, unfolded for the first time in sixty years. Beatrice Lowe had placed it in his hands herself. Elena sat on a folding chair at the edge of the stage, with Odette Hart’s old, spotted hand gripped tight in hers. Her knuckles were white. I knew what she feared. That the letter would say something against her mother. That after all her work, the night would end in a new blow.I held my breath. So did the room.“I do not regret the forty thousand,” my father read. “I want you to know that. You gave my sister Odie work when no shop would take a woman. You sat at my table on the winter nights when your husband’s house was cold. You never once
The Billionaire's Secret Bride chapter 459
Point of View: Elena“Last Wednesday a nine year old told a room of grown ups that her mother was for hugging, not for sale. I have come here to prove she is right. Please listen, because I will only say it once.”My voice shook on the first sentence. By the second it was steady. I stood behind the lectern with my hands flat on the wood, and I looked down at six hundred faces. The lights were very bright. Heat pressed on my forehead. I could smell wax and old velvet and the faint metallic tang of fear, mine and everyone’s.In the second row, Edmund Quill did not stand.“Mr. Quill,” I said again, pleasantly. “I will wait.”The silence stretched. Slowly, with the air of a man humoring a child, Quill rose. He buttoned his jacket. The rose on his lapel trembled very slightly.“Mrs. Sterling,” he said, in his velvet voice. “You are distressed. This is not the place.”“It is exactly the place.” I nodded to the back. “Priya, the screen, please.”A white screen dropped from the ceiling behind
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