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ighborhood she replayed his words in

How could they move past this? How could she marry

uty and family obligations. Her father had made it clear-this marriage was non-negot

her pocket. She pulled it out, hoping it was

waiting for you. The final fittings for the wedding dress are tomorrow,

his words crushing her chest. "Dad, I-I'm

is not just about you. It's about all of us.

as she slipped her phone back into her pocket. Her father's words echoed

in the small park they used to visit. His head was in his hands, shoul

.." she be

t got a text from my dad's assistant. He's been in meetings all d

lump in her throat tighten. "I didn't

ed with anguish. "What does it matter now, Gene

er voice trembling. "I never wanted this

"Then walk away.

ple. My family-my

his voice rising. "What do you need,

as she whisper

hem seemed to soften. He reached out, taking her hand in his. "The

ars streaming down her face.

d tightened. "Why n

he has too much riding on this. I

And what about you, Genevieve? What about your life? Are y

anted to leave with him, to run far away and never look back. But the reality of her situation cras

stration. "You're just going to go through with it, aren't you? Marry him,

old back the tears. "Santiago, ple

with a mix of anger and sorrow. "There's always a c

hook his head, his voice lowering to a whisper. "I c

at the pain in his voice.

earing into the darkness of the park. Genevieve felt her chest tigh

pulled it out, her heart racing. It wa

ou tonight. He has something urg

ssibly want to discuss at this hour? A sense of dread washed over her, an

rump's mansion that night, but whatever i

rted walking, her feet feel

avoiding any intimate conversations, keeping her focus on weddi

n,the second time on that day . First to se

since the engagement had been forced upon her, she realized she had no idea what kind of man Trump really was. A