king ripped Chloe from t
Knock
scent of fresh lilies. The feel of soft, high-thread-count sil
ed her e
own molding. She sat up with a jolt, her hands flying to her chest. There was no
ime, followed by a voice. A sickeningly sweet
awake? We're run
June
ying, surged through her veins like a jolt of electricity. Her heart hamm
was a vision of sisterly concern, her face a perfect mask of
had last seen on the tablet screen was gone, replaced by the familiar, f
aw her own reflection: younger, healthier, her face free of the
ured sympathy. "You can't be having second thoughts now, Chloe," she said,
like a physical blo
d marriage. The powerful, reclusive C
er wedding day. He
her to jilt Damian at the altar, to run away with Braden, sett
d been
the past, on the single m
old, terrifying clarity. A sense of purpose so
a monster, Chloe. A cripple in a wheelchair. Everyone knows what happened to his l
or you," she coaxed. "He loves you. He has a car waiting downstair
like a lifeline. She had believed June was her sa
for Chloe to self-destruct. The touch of June's hand on her arm felt like a vi
surprised by the sharp
f the bed. Her mind was racing, processing the miracle of
he Powell and Montgomery families. Running to Braden had made her an outcast, completel
here would b
here would b
n. "Don't be afraid, Chloe. It's the right thing to
mile touched her lips for the first time. It was an expression so
about to be rewritten. And
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