All Chapters of The Governor's Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

I stood at the top of the grand staircase, my hand resting lightly on the railing as I tried to steady my breath. The ballroom stretched below. Laughter and conversation drifted up, but they felt far away. Distant. Like I wasn’t really here.My dress clung like silk to my skin—because it was. A custom-designed champagne gown with a soft train that trailed behind me. The fabric shimmered faintly with every movement, catching the light.Sebastian stood tall, dignified in his tailored black suit. The perfect image of a rising political star.My jaw clenched, still feeling the ghost of earlier—the grip on my arms, the words I couldn’t forget, the way Sebastian’s eyes had raked over me without remorse. I closed my eyes for one shallow second.Behind me, I heard the low murmur of his voice—confident and composed as always, finishing a phone call in that authoritative tone. Then the line clicked off.“Lorelie.”I opened my eyes. Sebastian approached, slipping his phone into his inner coat po

The man smiled. Not kindly. Just enough to show yellowed teeth and the confidence of a man who believed money made him charming.I’d seen him before. Maybe once or twice at home, always in closed-door meetings with my father. I never learned his name, but I knew enough to be wary. Anyone who dealt with my father behind closed doors wasn’t someone I wanted to chat with on a balcony.He smiled politely. “Mrs. Kingston.”The words made my stomach tighten again. I gave a courteous nod, my grip tightening around the stem of my glass.“Congratulations,” he said with a soft chuckle, stepping beside me to look out at the view. “A stunning ceremony.”I offered a strained smile.“You’ve grown up beautifully,” he said, voice thick with an accent and something stickier—intent.I gripped the railing tighter, forcing a polite smile. “Thank you.”His eyes drifted down, lingered a second too long. “Shame, really,” he muttered.I blinked, my body tensing. “Excuse me?”He chuckled, stepping a little cl

“I think Ms. Lorelie is different from her family” Connor suddenly said with a shrug.“I don’t trust her,” I said flatly, tossing the phone back to Connor. “Her father could’ve ordered her to get close to me. Play the obedient wife until she finds what they need.”Leon crossed his arms. “You think she knows?”“I think she knows something. Or she will. And if she doesn’t… I’ll make sure she does.”I glanced toward the locked bedroom door, the silence pressing behind it.“Let’s see how long she can keep playing innocent. She’s either buried in it… or being buried by them. Either way,” I said, coldly, “she's a Montgomery. And I don't trust anything with that name.”Connor smirked, tapping his fingers on the table. “So now you’re a husband. Who knew?”“I’m whatever I need to be to bring that family down.”Leon flicked open the silver lighter with a snap. The flame danced briefly before I nodded. He held the flame under the edge of the letter until the paper curled and blackened, disintegr