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ry Ryan, and
bric. My father, Richard Arden, stood before me, his expression cold and unyieldin
ce firm despite the tr
Ryan is a respectable doctor, and his family is well-connect
what this is about? Power? Control? W
moment you disgraced this family with your recklessness
"I haven't done
your little rebellion? Your constant defiance? You go against m
unding in fury. "I would rather die
w. "You will do as I say, or yo
ep in my chest, but I forced myself to keep my chin hig
med out of the office, my fa
door, Celeste, and
dn't
't loo
n of alcohol numbing my raging thoughts. The strobe lights flashed, casting sh
herself into oblivion, but
father's
nged marriage l
what I did, I would ne
the barte
ld grab the glass, a deep
you've ha
ll me what to do. But the words caught in my t
road-sh
hat made him look
undone, revealing a hint of tanned skin. But it was his eyes that
your opinion," I said, my v
"And I don't recall watching someone drown in l
and intrigue. "Do you always go a
like they're trying
htened. He w
know me,"
f spice-flooding my senses. "No, but I know that whatever y
rless laugh. "Yo
abandoned drink. Before I could protest, he tossed
I glare
in the morning,"
hem, knocking me off balance. The stranger's hands
nt, the wo
skin burning where he touched me. His gri
ed. "Who
" he sai
around my name like silk, or the way his gaze held something ra
o think tonight
ned slightly.
odd
n I kis
to the unfamiliar weight
breath caught as I turned and saw Damien lying there, his dark lashes rest
before crashed into
ne. The way he had pulled me against
,
have
lly, I slipped out of the bed, searching for
t the sleeping man as I grabbed
ard Arden's office, the a
ng as Richard's expression darkened while s
of Ce
ng a
h a
ze-at first. But when he zoomed i
w that
o know why she refuses to m
n the phone, his fury bare
casually. "A disgraced
yes narrowe