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Chapter 67: The Confession
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2026-10-23 15:14:05
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*Grace’s POV*The grand ballroom of the Congressional Hall was an opulent nightmare. Towering gilded archways stretched toward ceilings painted with historical battle scenes. Massive crystal chandeliers cast a glittering, golden light over the room, reflecting off diamond necklaces, champagne flutes, and the polished brass buttons of high-ranking military officials. Every single conversation in our vicinity dwindled to a murmur the moment Alexander walked in. He didn't just enter a room; he claimed it. His presence was suffocating. Even among senators, ambassadors, and four-star admirals, Alexander Reeves was an apex predator who operated in a league entirely of his own. And I was trapped right in his orbit. True to my words in the foyer, I played my part. I stood beside him near the carved marble fireplace, holding a glass of sparkling water with both hands just to stop my fingers from trembling. Whenever a foreign dignitary or cabinet member approached, I offered a soft, reh
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*Grace’s POV*My hands shook so violently I could barely fasten the silver clasp of my emerald necklace.On the dresser beside me, resting on a velvet tray, was the stethoscope Alexander had given me. *Nurse Grace Reeves.*The sight of it sent a dull, throbbing ache straight through the center of my ribs. I turned my back on it, staring into the full-length mirror. The emerald silk dress hugged my frame before cascading in heavy, liquid folds down to the carpet. My bare shoulders felt cold in the quiet of my room. My hair was swept up into a soft, textured chignon, leaving my throat and collarbone entirely exposed. I looked like a general’s wife. I felt like an empty shell.*Knock. Knock.*Two sharp, precise raps echoed against the heavy wood of my bedroom door. My pulse spiked instantly, a chaotic rhythm pounding in my ears. I took a slow, deliberate breath, forced my shoulders back, and walked across the room. I turned the brass knob and opened the door.Alexander stood in
The General's Contract Bride Chapter 70: The Ice
*Alexander’s POV*The fortress was a tomb.It had been four days since I broke my wife’s heart in the library, four days since my own hand had deliberately snuffed out the only real warmth I had ever known.I stood in the massive kitchen at 0600 hours, staring blankly down at the pristine white marble island.Every single morning for the past few months, Grace had been awake before the sun. She would stand right here by the counter, wrapped in one of her ridiculously oversized cream sweaters, her messy morning curls falling over her shoulder as she waited for her tea to steep. She would offer me a soft, shy smile,the kind that effortlessly settled the violent, jagged noise in my head, a noise I had carried with me through decades of war and classified debriefings.Today, the kitchen was completely, hauntingly empty.There was no steam rising from a ceramic mug. There was no sweet scent of vanilla and chamomile. There was only the sterile hum of the refrigerator and the dead weight of
The General's Contract Bride Chapter 69:The Freeze-Out
*Grace’s POV*The hallway outside the library was completely silent. I stood staring at the heavy oak doors, my hand still lingering on the brass handle. I half-expected the door to fly open. I expected Alexander to step out, grab my arm, and pull me back against his chest. He didn't. The protective warlord was gone. The cold, untouchable military commander remained. A ragged, heavy sob tore from my throat. I turned away from the library and practically ran down the long corridor toward the guest wing. My vision was entirely blurred with tears. I stumbled into my bedroom and shoved the heavy door shut, locking the deadbolt with a loud, metallic *click*. I slid down the wood until I hit the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. I buried my face in my hands and cried. I cried for the loss of his warmth. I cried for the heavy, undeniable rejection. I cried because I had been stupid enough to believe that a man who commanded armies could ever truly want me. My cell phone suddenly v
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*Grace’s POV* Silence. Absolute, deafening, heavy silence. The autumn rain continued to tap softly against the massive glass windows, but inside the library, time completely stopped. Alexander stared at me. He didn't blink. The heavy, rigid muscles in his broad chest actually stopped moving. He looked like a man who had just been handed a live, ticking explosive and had precisely one microsecond to decide how to disarm it. His storm-gray eyes were incredibly dark, swirling with a violent, catastrophic clash of duty, terror, and raw emotion. For one agonizing, suffocating minute, he said absolutely nothing. Then, the Supreme Commander stood up. He didn't walk around the desk. He didn't close the physical distance between us to pull me into his arms. He stood entirely behind his fortress of mahogany, deliberately maintaining the impenetrable, boundary between us. "Grace," Alexander stated. His voice was a low, heavy rumble. It wasn't angry. It was so terrifyi
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