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Author: Toxic_Sweetie
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ROXANNE POV

I was still wiping dried blood off the back of my hand when Fred pulled me aside near the hallway. The buzz of voices in the guesthouse had quieted down to groans and the occasional cough. I could still smell gauze and antiseptic in the air.

Fred offered a grateful look and tilted his head toward the man beside him, the one who helped out with the guys. "Rox, this is Mr. Jones."

The name didn’t register until I saw who stood behind him, Mrs. Jones, Angelina’s nanny. She gave me a proud little nod before adding casually, "My husband. Also known around here as the boss’s backdoor doc."

I blinked. "Seriously?"

"This is the boss's mistress. Lady Roxanne." Mrs. Jones introduced me to her husband. Fred chuckled awkwardly as my cheeks heated up.

Mr. Jones chuckled as he shook my hand. "Retired surgeon. I keep my hands full patching up half the city…and occasionally Mr. Raphaël’s men when bullets fly too close."

Fred gave a short laugh.

I offered a polite, if awkward, smile. "
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    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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    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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    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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