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d causing her to groan softly. A sharp headache struck-the result of the medication her stepmother ha
es. She snapped her eyes open, the rush of adrenaline dispelling the
lting her head to the side. The man beside her wa
that she had been drugged and was about to be sent to a fifty-year-old suitor in exchange for a dowry. Half-asleep, she fled, rushing into the hotel lobby and stumbling towards the bar. There, she saw him: an unbe
mother, shame at her own actions. Chloe bit her lip, f
chair and grabbed it. A sudden noise from the bed startled her. The man grunted, rolled over, and faced her. Chloe froze like
efully left, afraid of making a sound. Her handbag was on the bar.
cing her. After all, it was a deal-a terrible mistake made in desperation. She found emerg
ceptable, but lacks emotional inves
h and absurd, an act of anger by her stepmother, who had treated her lik
sed it. The latch clicked softly, like a gunshot echoing in her ears. She rushed down the empty hallway and frantically pressed the eleva
arp and icy. He sat up, the blanket slipping down to his waist, revealing his chest covered
o the door without any shame. His eyes
itted his teeth, a pure, violent rage surging in his eyes. No one would mistake Julian Sterling for a male prostitute . He clenched the

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