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Chapter 46 : Dressed For War
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2026-05-04 15:45:00
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The war had begun. And Laura Reed smiled first. Of course she did. Her fingers tightened around Dominic’s arm—not enough for anyone else to notice, just enough for him to feel the warning in it. Her polished smile slid back into place as she adjusted her shoulders and lifted her chin. Perfect. Radiant. Untouchable. Only Emma saw the crack. Only Emma saw the split second of panic before Laura masked it. “Don’t,” Dominic muttered under his breath. Laura’s smile sharpened. “Don’t what?” His jaw flexed. “Cause a scene.” Laura laughed softly, still smiling for the people around them. “Darling,” she whispered, “I’m preventing one.”
The Rise From Betrayal Chapter 46 : Dressed For War
Emma had never been afraid of dresses. She had worn silk to galas. Satin to charity auctions. Designer gowns to business dinners where smiles were currency and appearances were weapons. But this one— this one felt dangerous. The black box still sat open on her bed. The dress inside caught the soft evening light like liquid shadow. Black silk. Smooth. Cold beneath her fingertips. Elegant in the kind of way that didn’t beg for attention. It commanded it. Emma stood in front of it in nothing but her robe, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her reflection in the mirror looked calmer than she felt. She hadn’t said yes. Not officially. And yet— here she was. Staring at armor. The doorbell ra
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