Jeremy’s POVMy grip tightened around the whiskey glass. “Don’t lecture me, Denver. I’ve protected Nora this far, haven’t I?”“Protected?” Denver scoffed. “She’s a prisoner in her own room. That’s not protection, Jeremy, that’s confinement. And the moment she finds out you’re considering marrying Madison, you’ll lose her anyway.”The following morning, I drove over to my father’s house. The only houses on the street belong to my family. So, it was a quick drive.I walked into the living room only to find my father seated comfortably, his cane resting against the couch, smoke curling from his pipe.“You look like hell,” he remarked without glancing up.“I didn’t ask for your opinion.”“You don’t need to,” he replied smoothly. “The council has spoken, and so have I. You will marry Madison.”I clenched my fists. “I’ll handle my own affairs.”“No, son,” he said, finally locking eyes with me. “You’ll handle the family’s affairs. Your personal desires are irrelevant. Nora is irrelevant. The
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