His Bride By Contract
“Truth can be violent, but it’s cleaner than lies. We’ll pull the veil back, piece by piece. They can try to make you a monster, but monsters need a narrative, and we’re tearing that narrative apart.”
She swallowed. “Promise me no more surprises.”
I took both her hands. “No more surprises. Not from me.”
Outside, the city hummed with a thousand small truths and a thousand small lies. Inside, we were building a list, a map, a plan. Cross talked; Voss clammed; Beaumont’s shadow lengthened.
Tonight the hunt moved from rumor to record. And I would see it through, no excuses, no mercy, only the uncompromising work of unmasking who had stoked fire in Jacob’s grave.
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