The Billionaire's Proxy Bride
Lena felt the weight of every gaze swing toward her all at once.
Her eyes moved instinctively—first to Clara, who was trembling where she knelt, then to Hollis, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. And then, finally, to Damon.
His breath hitched.
It was subtle, the kind of reaction only someone watching him closely would catch, but Lena saw it. Saw the way his chest lifted sharply, the way his jaw locked as if he were trying to pull himself back together by force alone.
“Let me call you back,” Richard said into his phone, his voice too calm, too measured.
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