27The Young Master's Fury When Ryan first opened his eyes and saw Tessy, he thought it was another dream. He sighed, frustration nipping at him. Tessy haunted him day and night, even in sleep. Strange, really, the power she still had over him, even after she had shattered him with her words and left when he needed her most.He had drowned himself in drinking, clubbing, and fleeting pleasures. Even Ronda, annoying as she was, became a distraction he clung to, because at least she was there.But Tessy? Tessy never left him alone. She tormented him in visions, in memories, in the way he spiraled every time he thought of her. Margaret had tried to pull him out of it, and though he cut back, the habits never fully left. The girls, the liquor, the reckless nights, they only grew worse. At least, to keep Margaret’s scolding at bay, he stopped bringing women into the mansion.Groaning, he rolled onto his back, glaring at the ceiling. “Get out of my head,” he muttered. His voice was rough, t
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