His Unwanted Touch: Her Deepest Secret

Chapter 5 An invitation to the opera house

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se garden, Auguste's investigation a co

na, ran toward her, lifting the hem of her dress like a fluttering butterfly. As the cherished

e eyes sparkling. "I've been looking all

le, and she reached out a hand in concern. "Oh

er touch. "I just bumped it," she said with

sins, aren't we?" She looped her arm throu

press of the young woman's body a

aded, shaking her arm. "There's a new production of The Barber of Se

opera meant a crowded, public space filled with

she s

already said yes! She says you spend too much ti

sible to deflect, and this was an 'invitation' from t

hristal agre

he King himself might be there. But I don't care about him. I

rm bell rang in her head. As if dealing with Auguste wasn'

bers, Silas was m

ith an injury to their forehead,"

uste's gaz

d, Rose, said he hit his head on a bedpost yesterday.

pite the heavy haze of the drug that night, the undeniable softness pressed against him,

ith disdain for the useless lead. "Continue the search

, Auguste walked to the window and saw Giuliana in the garden

t his profile, illuminating skin so fair it was almost tr

a handsome face, certainly, but entirely too

expression directed at such a fragile creature. Giuliana deserved a strong, pr

ushing the pathetic sight from his mind to

urned to her room to prepare. She knew tonight's ope

e, but for the effusive Giuliana, all while praying her secret

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His Unwanted Touch: Her Deepest Secret

REGINA SIMONDS Fantasy

“To fulfill her brother's dying wish, Christal bound her chest and lived as "Master Christian," navigating the treacherous Montgomery estate to secure her marginalized mother's survival. But a single night shattered her fragile charade:Auguste, the heir of the estate, was drugged. In order to save him, she intertwined with him in the dim cave. Yet a bizarre curse had formed between them-the cold, ruthless Auguste began to physically mirror her every bruise and sensation. As he relentlessly tore the estate apart hunting for the "mysterious woman," Christal was forced into his inner circle, playing the role of her brother. The suffocating fear of exposure was compounded when the estate's noblewomen cornered her mother, viciously mocking a buried scandal. They called Christal's late father a lowly bookkeeper and Christal herself a bastard. Christal was completely blindsided. Why was her mother so paralyzed by the mention of the elite Carlisle family? What dark secrets lay behind her own birth? And how could she survive the predatory gaze of Auguste, who was already growing suspiciously obsessed with his cousin's delicate frame? Watching her mother weep in absolute despair, the fear in Christal's heart burned away into cold, hard ambition. She wouldn't just survive the upcoming Royal Trials; she was going to seize ultimate power, uncover the bloody truth of her past, and cut down every noble who dared to trample them.”