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ROXANNE POV

It was the day of the bridal shower.

I sipped from my champagne flute, the chilled sweetness doing little to calm the nerves pulsing beneath my skin. From the top of the grand staircase in the Raphaël estate’s main house, I could see the guests filtering in, women in tailored pastels and flashy designer heels, faces pulled tight with too much botox and even more judgment.

They smiled like crocodiles.

Mrs. Clara stood by the entrance like a queen greeting her court, all elegance and subtle cruelty in pearls and pristine ivory. She kissed cheeks, accepted gifts with dainty approval, and spoke softly with the kind of polish that made my skin crawl.

Most of the women seemed to be friends of hers, powerful wives of Marseille’s wealthiest or extended relatives who probably hadn’t so much as looked in Damien’s direction for years.

Meanwhile, the girls from Dahlia’s circle, who I’d met at the beach party, were already seated, chatting over champagne and mini cakes, their gifts st
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    ROXANNE POV Cedric held out a plate of cake without a word and I took it, careful not to let our fingers touch. "You finally ready to be the daughter-in-law now?" He asked, voice low but edged with something sharp. "And what's that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eyes on him. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes flicking over to Dahlia laughing with Mrs. Clara’s friends on the other side of the room. "Or do you already see the real daughter-in-law in the room?" He smirked, before casually turning and walking across the room like he hadn’t just lit a match and tossed it at my patience. I set the plate down untouched. A few seconds later, Dahlia appeared beside me, watching Cedric’s retreating back as he walked out with the maids. "You okay?" She asked, brushing a loose curl from my face. I gave a small smile. "Yeah." She leaned in and whispered. "Be careful with Cedric. He’s a manipulative asshole and he has a talent for getting under people’s skin." I let out a small l

  • The Devil's Mistress   123

    ROXANNE POVIt was the day of the bridal shower.I sipped from my champagne flute, the chilled sweetness doing little to calm the nerves pulsing beneath my skin. From the top of the grand staircase in the Raphaël estate’s main house, I could see the guests filtering in, women in tailored pastels and flashy designer heels, faces pulled tight with too much botox and even more judgment. They smiled like crocodiles.Mrs. Clara stood by the entrance like a queen greeting her court, all elegance and subtle cruelty in pearls and pristine ivory. She kissed cheeks, accepted gifts with dainty approval, and spoke softly with the kind of polish that made my skin crawl.Most of the women seemed to be friends of hers, powerful wives of Marseille’s wealthiest or extended relatives who probably hadn’t so much as looked in Damien’s direction for years.Meanwhile, the girls from Dahlia’s circle, who I’d met at the beach party, were already seated, chatting over champagne and mini cakes, their gifts st

  • The Devil's Mistress   122

    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

  • The Devil's Mistress   121

    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

  • The Devil's Mistress   120

    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

  • The Devil's Mistress   119

    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

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