Jilted Bride: Marrying The Dead War Hero

d be here

ing the cool, intricate silver of her engagement rin

rose garden gazebo's lattice, painting s

r heart leap. She looked u

e smil

eaumont, her fiancé,

Seraphina Valois, dressed in a gown of vibrant crimso

pression was a

n Jolie's stomach. She rose slowl

raphina. Wha

just over her shoulder, jaw tight. The warmth he usually

a soft, apologetic whisper. "

ng in quietly. The air grew thick.

motionless. "Jolie, there are going to b

m going to ma

stared at him, the man who had sworn his lo

ed around Seraphina's. A pu

her trembling fingers gripping the cool ma

ed, barely a whisper. "The promise b

eplied coolly. "You will still join the

ally met hers, held a f

be my m

ched. Her body began to tremble, not from we

an she was to marry, the cousin she

r cheek. "It's all my fault," she sobbed, though her eyes were

olie's lips. The shock was burning

e, lifting her chin. Each

on, will never

perhaps a dignified retreat. He had not expected this defi

. "Remember your position. Without the protection of the Beaumo

s hit th

y was wiped out. Jolie harbors thoughts of revenge, and clues drive her here. She had to st

need for revenge clashed with the

ught he had won. His tone softened

as cloying, her voice syrupy sweet. "Jolie, we can still be siste

away as if burned. Her e

ve one day to consider," he snarled

ay without a backward glance, as if the sight of J

ed back. She offered Jolie a look of profound apology, but de

The sweet scent of roses no

er finger. She closed her fist around it, the sharp edges of th

s had frozen into somethi

n her eyes. Veng

tay in this house of vipers without sac