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THE HARTS' ESTATEOnora didn't realize how long she had slept, until she felt a hand tapping her gently and she opened her eyes."We are here, Lady Onora," one of the men in suits said.Onora blinked and carefully stepped down from the car, dragging her long dress with her and totally got lost, staring at the paradise she was in.It was nighttime, but this place—this heaven—looked like... what was she supposed to compare it with?This is indeed a castle."Please come with us," the man said with a short bow and led the way.Onora could see more men in suits from different angles of the house, holding weapons and looking dangerous.She immediately increased her pace and followed the men in front of her.They continued walking, away from most of the buildings and suites till the men entered another one.A lady in her fifties welcomed them with a smile. Without a word, the men went out, leaving just Onora."You must be tired, my lady," she bowed."I....""Come with me," the woman said and

HART'S CASTLEOnora stared at herself in the mirror after getting dressed; she was surprised with the way she looked so different. She had never dressed in such an expensive outfit before."You look so good, my lady," Miranda smiled and Onora looked at her."But what's the occasion? Why am I getting dressed?" she asked.Miranda smiled."Follow me."Onora followed as she said, without argument. They left her suite and continued to walk in the large castle and it was beginning to look like Onora was getting tired."Where are we going?" she asked."Probably to introduce everyone here to you," Miranda smiled."Is that necessary?" Onora asked."Of course, my lady," Miranda replied and Onora sighed.They walked some minutes more and finally entered a big hall where all the servants were waiting already.Onora was shy as she entered; she kept her face down. She had never faced such numbers of people at the same time and she felt like running out at that very moment, but she couldn't—not when

Madden walked closer to Onora. She stepped backward, her heart racing like a feral beast trying to escape its cage. His steps continued, low clicks and soft thuds.Each step brought him nearer, and each step drove her farther back. She didn’t know what he wanted, but she knew it was bad, dangerous—and she was too soft for that.Onora’s back pressed against the wall as he took another step closer. He pinned her to it, her breath stopping as he leaned in, their faces just an inch apart.What was he going to do? Kiss her savagely like they do in movies until she lost her breath completely?He placed his nose against her neck, his warm breath grazing her skin. Maybe he wanted to give her a hickey to claim her—or maybe take it to the next stage.“My lord, the slave in the torture room looks dead,” a man in a suit reported with his head bowed, his voice laced with respect.He glanced at their position, then his eyes widened. “My lord, I am sorry if I interrupted anything,” he said quickly,