They say every girl remembers the moment she’s proposed to. The way his eyes shine, the promise in his voice, the rush of dreams crashing down like fireworks.I remembered mine too.Not because it was magical.But because it was the beginning of my end.---Richard’s words hung in the air like a noose.“Elena Dawson, marry me.”In my first life, my heart had leapt. I’d been twenty-two, foolish, and desperate to believe in love. Tears had blurred my vision as I whispered “yes,” blind to the truth that the man on one knee would gut my family’s fortune, my father’s company, and eventually my very soul.Now, sitting across from him in this charming little café, the same words spilled from his lips, the same confident smile plastered on his face. But this time, my heart stayed cold, my pulse steady.I looked at his hand resting dramatically over mine. That practiced tilt of his chin, that soft glint in his hazel eyes. So many women would have swooned. I once did.Now, all I saw was a wolf
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