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Impulse was a luxury I had stopped allowing myself a long time ago. But that had not felt like a choice. That had felt like something else and I was not entirely sure I had a word for it yet. I thought about Charlotte at breakfast with her damp hair and her book. I thought about her sitting across from me in the library asking me whose idea the heir clause was with the kind of directness that most people in my life had learned not to use with me. I thought about the way she had looked at the mansion when we first arrived, taking it all in without saying anything, storing it all somewhere behind those green eyes.

he asked, his voice sounding like he was genuinely concerned. Tessa lifted her teary eyes slowly, meeting his gaze, if looks could kill, Pedro would drop dead with the kind of stare she gave him. “Are you happy?” she shot back, her voice fluttering with resentment. “Are you truly happy at how your aunt humiliated me at dinner? It’s funny how she does not know what a sham this marriage is, I’m not sure she is aware that her nephew's wife was collateral from a bad deal with her father, that you married me for the sake of your rotten pride?”

JD’s POV: Charlotte pulled up in her sleek black Benz looking like she just stepped out of a Vogue editorial: hair slicked, lips glossed, heels unforgiving. . I stood outside in my studded blazer, boots freshly wiped, cologne dabbed with scientific precision. Gosh, I hope she doesn't notice that I drank something. She rolled the window down and gave me a flirty look. “You so hot, my hotheaded king.” I smirked. “You trying to undress me with your eyes, Ms. Fontaine?”

“No one saves a family like this, Damian. They save themselves, or they don’t. But if I helped hold a few strings together tonight, then I’ll take the compliment.” He laughed too, kissing the top of my head, then turning to call for more music, more wine, more everything. And yet, beneath the sparkle of it all, I saw her—Charlotte. She was radiant still, in her emerald gown, but there was a tension in her shoulders, a shadow in her eyes. I found her alone near the fountain, her goblet untouched on the table beside her. I slipped free from Damian’s arm—he was laughing now with Barrett and Charles, their voices booming like thunder—and made my way to her.

Sarah’s POV: The restaurant was quiet. It wasn’t empty, just controlled. It was the middle of the day, yet, the lighting was soft, it had low music and the polished glass on the tables caught gold reflections from the chandeliers overhead. This was the kind of place that immediately screamed wealth and opulence. Sarah sat perfectly still, as gorgeous and beautiful as ever. Or at least, she believed so. Her posture was flawless, and her chin was slightly lifted as pride filled her eyes. Her fingers were wrapped delicately around a glass of wine she still hadn’t touched.

Very Jaden, all of it. Eventually I found a novel tucked between two thick volumes like it had wandered in from somewhere else and decided to stay. I pulled it out, settled into the armchair by the window, and had just found my place when the door opened. One of the maids stepped in with her head slightly bowed. “Good day, ma’am. Mr Parker would like to see you in the study.” I looked up from the page. The study again. “Thank you,” I said, closing the book carefully and setting it on the arm of the chair. “Tell him I will be there shortly.”

"You look exactly like..." "Like the woman you broke?" she finished for him. Liam froze. His hand dropped. "You heard me in the store," he said, his voice rough. "I have excellent hearing," she said. She took a sip of her water. "And I have heard the stories, Monsieur Cross. The 'Runaway Bride.' The 'Unwell' heiress. It is a tragic tale." She leaned in, just an inch. She smelled his sandalwood. He smelled her... nothing. She wore no perfume. Just the scent of clean, cold soap.

“We still have to execute our plans. The night isn’t over yet.” “But she …,” Victoria said, her voice breaking. “She actually got married to Damien Carrington , she could have gotten the partnership….” “I don’t care what she has,” Patricia interrupted, her eyes glittering with something dark and dangerous. If the hatred she had felt for Elena before was one, now it had doubled, maybe tripled. “This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.” She turned to the mirror, checking her own appearance, smoothing down her dress with practiced movements. In her mind, the words repeated like a mantra: I will make sure I deal with you. I will destroy you . I will take back what’s mine.

CHARLOTTE I took a step back and smiled warmly, hiding my unease at her close proximity. “Congratulations?” I replied, unsure and barely processing what she had said. Her smile dropped. The look on her face made the back of my head tingle. It looked awfully familiar, like I had seen that before. I narrowed my eyes slightly, studying her face. “And you are?” Shock flashed through her face, replaced by irritation. “Vivienne Rothford,” she said tightly, extending her hand. “Christian’s fiancée.”