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ily?" Richard Sterling slapped a thin file onto the polished mahog
eather armchair, the amber liquid in his glass swirling untouched. His gaze was
in the air, col
pointed scowl. "What the hell does that mean? I didn't groom my son to be reckless. Four years, Julia
y winter-sky blue as the patriarch standing before h
and, watching his father's
ion. "The true Carlisle heiress. She's the one I'll be marrying
voice a low growl that demanded a son's absolute obedience. "You will
"Don't worry. She relies on me for ever
apartment that had been her golden cage for four years,
ife, casting a warm glow on the roasted chicken and the bottle of expensive wine sh
en counter. She smiled, think
n number. A sing
. Seraphina Carlisle, radiant in a breathtaking couture we
ngle line of text burne
nt to be. He never loved
h cracks. A sudden, violent nausea gripped her stomach. Her fingernails bit into her palms until crescent
andlelight now mocking her like a cruel joke. Four years. Giving up her promising acting career to avo
breathing. She took a trembling step back, struggling to process the agonizing truth, when the heavy soun
ble, the flickering candles, and then, the shatt
her. He didn't a
with ice. "Trying to pressure me into marriage is a
t ember of the woman who loved him bur
in about the text message.
ly calm. "Julian, in these four years, ha
He loosened his tie, a gesture of pure annoyance. "Don'
ngem
lowly pushed herself to her feet. The searing pain in her c
e face-now just a mask of
ctly formed shard of ice. "Then I su

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