Perilous Passions: Seducing My Stepson

s was at her late husband's funeral. That day,

lutching a white handkerchief. Her eyes were red and swollen from tears, and her

emed in Leson. As expected, nearly every n

man dressed in a black suit said as he

th a touch of refined grace,

the heavy lace enveloping it. Her beauty was undeniable. Mo

ips tender and rosy. The tip of her nose was reddened from cr

unes to marry her and kept her hidden from the worl

iley appeared almost ethereal, as if she mig

t kissed her hand, was one

tunning,

he urge to draw nearer under th

hand, his grip tighte

ed to withdraw her hand, but the young man's

aned in. "Mrs. Morris, should you ever feel lonely, I a

's eyes, rolling down

ther guests might notice her distress. Her lips trem

death, the family's wealth would transfer

faced the prospect of being

face of Cailey's silence, his h

n't do this." Cail

ft yet alluring voice made it sound

ser. The umbrella concealed his actions

ne sharpened, signal

t, a tall figure intervened, steppin

ough her tear-stained eyes. Her gaze

like the man could see

e interruption, frowned. "You..

ing the young man behind him. His voice was deep

t speechless, words c

d been discreetly watching the

tears still clinging to her lashes. Amid

rf her. His stern expression and striking f

band mentioning an illegitimat

ris..." Cail

ightly as he nodded with a dign