I'm Your Brother's Wife Dear Ace

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h was surprisingly gentle, but his body was a cage

against the shell of my ear, sendin

stone, refusing to give him the

" Ace murmured, his voice

er, his nose ski

acts to me, Lyra. I can smell

oil, but I remained still. He knew this wa

was his bro

my heart hammering against

ore a guard or a roami

idn't budge at first, but when I met his gaze with a look cold enoug

a word, I di

sharply against the stone until I reac

t, the composure I had spent ye

sed the air I'd been holding. Closing my eyes, the shadows of the room

all star

h the sounds of shifting, the sickening crack of

, fragile figure watching the othe

rushed toward me. At first, his hands were w

rling. Maybe toda

back to the house with the care one might give a treasure. But the moment the front door close

snapped, his voice e

ached out, my

e that, you us

d me, his eyes scanning me like a merchant inspecting flawed goods. He

lowed to speak. Never. You are

owing skin and the soft gray-blue of my eyes. "But you are the most beautif

hair, forcing m

because of your beaut

, tears slipping

n't talk!" He sighed in frustrat

Ma

eper appeare

er room," my fa

don't want those eyes swollen

. I buried my face in the pillows, weeping for the w

I wailed. "Dad hates me

live," Maya sneered,

. Stop crying before you ruin t

perate, childish thought took root in my mind: If I keep

entire world. The only people I saw were the maids who brought my food and applied expensive

ra," he would say, his

f I keep you hidden for a few mor

I clung to it. As long a

marched in carrying a long, silk red gown that glittered like dragon scales.

one maid whispered, brushing my silve

e this beautiful?"

ked, silencing them

t's

d to smile, to laugh, but I remained frozen, terri

he hall, my father

ut for a second, I let myself believe it. He led me into

Just smile, but

in my ch

ze soft and gentle, hiding the

your daughter?" a man at the end

my father l

her with Ethereal beauty, sometimes I wonder if she is my da

a Lucien, blurted out. He looked at me, the

th ethereal beauty. I would love to marry her off, but sh

e on my face. I know the

ed? It's yours. For free. I have mor

gasped, fei

n't possi

d, desperate to impress th

t at a table while my father traded my silence for land, gold, and power. Word spread like wildfire:

wenty-one i

hday, the maids were mo

s. When I reached the dining room, my fa

a," he said, gesturing t

ng married tomo

was breaking through my

he choice he had promised the world I had. But