Bound to the Disgraced Heir

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k door three times before the woma

d looked at the suitcase in my hand. Then her cold, grey eyes swept over my rain-soaked coat and my scuf

er. The Harringtons are already in the study. They're leavi

pping past her into the grand foyer. The

y the bills, Miss

ldhood home. The house felt like a museum-cold, silent, and utterly devoid of life. There were no

the study, dressed in designer travel clothes. Their fac

sharp snap. "You were supposed to be here an hour ago. The st

keeping my voice steady. "The roads were f

ding. Let's get to the point." She pressed a heavy set of iron keys into my palm. They were cold and heavy. "Our son is

aying you a substantial amount of money to ensure he doesn't burn the house down while

then back up at them. "I understand

oesn't," Mr. H

bed his wife's arm. "The car is waiting. Thr

heavy front door opened and slammed shut. The sound of a car engin

le

sive foyer, clutching th

ively scrubbing a spotless steel counte

ou know," she sa

replied, setting my sui

s his nanny. I raised him. That boy is brilliant and cruel. He doesn't just hurt people, Miss

my face impassive. "I appreciate the warning. Bu

your door at night. And whatever you d

I said, grabbi

as enormous, draped in dark velvet and shadows. A massive four-po

mattress. My shoulders finally relaxed. I pulled out my phone

de it," I said, kee

he news said the storm was ter

ed, but I'm here. The house is huge. It'

amily? Are

lly. "They're leaving for three months. I'm just he

Good. That's good. Listen, sw

red the first half of my paycheck. "I just sent it. Use it for the medical equipment

I don't know what we

throat tightening. "Just rest. I'll

ou too, s

. My brain felt fuzzy around the edges-a warning sign. When I got too tired, my defenses dropped, and my mind became vulnerable

uitcase, pulled out my toiletries, and grabbed a fresh towel. I walked into

trying to wash away the tension, the heir to the Harrington fortun

to make his p

er the quiet peace I had