His Family's Secret, Her Vengeful Rise

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xed on the passing cityscape, as if my very existence was an inconvenience. My hands, still trembling, were clasped tightly i

ancient, imposing, and felt cold even under the midday sun. This wasn't Hamptons glamour; this

chips of ice, regarded me from her armchair. His aunts, uncles, and cousins were scattered around the drawing-ro

resonating with patriarchal authority, "your actio

ng my lips. "What about his actions? The ones t

the family. "Young lady, you show startling

, Father. Headstrong. She doesn't understand the consequences of her outbur

ted. Until I found out the man I was going to marry was secretly

ugh the silent room, sharp and brutal. My head snapped to the

aspersions on our family members," Clifford thundered, his face crimson

their hypocrisy. This wasn't some gentle "discipline." This was a power play, a demonstration of their absolute control. I was nothing more than a pawn in their twisted