ury. Silk sheets. Marble floors. Golden drapes that danced with the s

ice. Never

her nightgown whispering against her skin. Everything in

hate

ared like a ghost. "Miss Walsh-sorry, Miss Loc

. "Wouldn't want to kee

-

ng through his phone. He didn't bother to look up when Amara

're

at across from him, ignoring his stare.

exactly what I imagined our marriage wou

r. This arrangement is for appearances only. I'm not sleeping in the same room. I'm

up, eyes calm but da

htly. "You stay out of my life,

ething, Amara." His voice dropped an octave. "My father doesn't care about your b

he press write fiction. I've been pr

grin. "You pretended not to enjoy

stood up. "You're not as

charming," he said.

-

ent of peace. But instead, she found Henry Lockwood - Liam's father and the ar

hly, his silver hair catching

"As well as one can

ire. It reminds me of your fat

rything from him, yo

father played a game he wasn't ready for. But this m

f you're not care

be unstoppable, you know. If you'd stop fighting

away withou

-

h photos of her family's old life - the house they lost, the com

ck came at

she said

sses. "Peace offering," he said. "

tful," she

down beside h

hat... almost

e cracked slightly. "Just missing

r what it's worth, I did

. "But you didn't

t battles I can't win. My

e for a moment bef

the villain i

" she sai

es. "Then maybe I shoul

-

and Liam standing close together at the engagement party

uple of t

Lovers: A Billi

st. "This is insane. They're already writing

orframe, raised an eyebrow.

eatened, "and I'l

. "That's

-

her a business gala. Cameras flashed as they walked in, arm in arm

Amara's fingers dug int

ight," she warned, "and

talk dirty," he wh

or the cameras while whisperi

resistible," h

th them, a storm brewed-one neither o