Liora’s POVThe honeymoon was—unexpectedly—exhausting and romantic.Tristan and I were… more in sync than I’d ever predicted. I’d assumed our marriage would be cold, distant, more of an arrangement than a partnership.But everything that happened since had proven me wrong.And, honestly, Tristan wasn’t anything like Evan. Not even close.He told me once, in that quiet, pragmatic way of his, that if I wanted to protect my father’s casino—and everything he’d built—I should go to business school. “Learn everything you can,” he said. “And whatever you can’t, I’ll teach you myself.”And he meant it.So, ever since we got back from Bora Bora, my life had been a constant rhythm of lectures and late-night casino runs. Mornings at school, nights in the office—then Tristan’s private lessons that somehow balanced between finance, strategy, and… distractions of a more intimate kind.Time passed quickly when I was busy. There were moments I almost believed Evan had vanished from my life for good.U
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