The Phoenix Bride Rises: Trust Was Her First Mistake
“Countess, I believe you’ve lost your way. The entrance is behind you.”
The silence rang louder than any scream. Mirabel turned without a word, her throat tight, her cheeks burning. She walked stiffly past the hedge, past the guards who pretended not to look, past the memory of Evelyn’s voice in her ears. With tight smiles and herbs for your heart. As her car pulled away, Mirabel dug her nails into her gloves and swore to herself: if they wouldn’t give her respect, she would take it.
By sunset, she had already made contact with the most shameless paparazzi in Country D. By midnight, a plan was forming, and this time, the whole world would see who Cedric Fleming really belonged to.
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