Too Late To Beg: The Unwanted Wife Is An Heiress

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ck in to fill the

landed on my cheeks, melting instantl

, heavy calm settled over me. It was the hollow calm of a patient who finally

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ding, trudging up the stairs that smel

he window. From here, if I craned my neck, I could see the distant lights of the Foley est

eigh, bringing her tea, praising her for being the

too busy with a merger to notice the blood running down my shin. I had run to the h

ought he saw me. But he onl

the floorboards. A text

gala tonight. He says bring the spare

a person to them.

to the empty room. "To

slip dress. I didn't put on makeup. I didn't try to hide the dark ci

room was dripping in gold and red v

ood in the center of the room, holding a microphone. Everleigh

leigh announced, her voice amplifi

d to know. People who used to bow to my fa

giggled into the m

said, smilin

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eyes glossed over the corner where I stood. He di

d smoothly. "And my moth

th wiped a tear from he

my chest. The last threa

nful. It was

as standing by the bar. I dropped t

d me to open doors for

d confuse

back on the laughter, the applause,

d Everleigh into a kiss

love to prove I exist,"

r, covering my trac