Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Bodyguard

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the shouts ripped Aure

ght, refusing to move. The air in the room was wrong-someone else's c

all of her back, her own voice catching on words she

been d

ked itineraries, doctored board documents, something slipped into her drink when she

ything stupid! The reporters

noise beyond the door-more than one person. Celeste had brought an audience. Her plan was obvious:

ow sat a man, tall and motionless, a block of shadow agai

ed three months ago. She knew

e glanced back at her. His gaze was dark, unreadable. He wasn't s

Her heels had been kicked into opposite corners. At the foot of the bed sat a man

ed it on, her fingers u

gled murmur. Voices overlapping. The shuffle of fe

Her eyes had landed on th

he room and p

e cold marble floor. His own tie had been used to bind his hands behind his back. Another strip of fabric gagged his mouth, knotted tight at the b

rashing, muffled grunts

lia turned to Hart.

fety req

f pride. As if binding a sixty-year-old man and leavi

ll working its way out of her system. She caught the doorframe. From the ha

ange heat had curled low in her stomach and her thoughts had started to blur. She'd felt the warning signs and tried to head upstairs. When

s at her door

thing their father had left her. Aurelia had always treated h

er is happening, we can

th and walked toward the

around the col

ered hers. "I'l

ooked up at him. "Thi

anked the

alvo of flashbulbs. The shutters clat

arranged into a flawless mask of sisterly co

flat against Celeste's shoulder, stopping

thrust int

rue you were with Harr

are he's a m

engagement to Pr

old composure of someone who had long stopped caring what people thought. The si

ouched the corn

a deliberate

heets and a half-dressed man. Instead they saw Hart-tall and

s face froze. "Where.

er hand and snap

at later, dragging Finch out by the collar of his thousand-dollar suit. Finch tumbled onto the h

hrough the crowd. Every c

kward, the color dra

ned for me?" Aurelia's voice was s

her head frantically, tears springing to her ey

ing the performance. She wa

s gaze sweeping over the reporters-silent, cold, carrying a threat t

med the

stumbling backward-and then fell away, swallowed by the thick wood. She had shut them out. Every last one of them. Th

silence gathere

was a