MARRYING MY STEP-SISTER'S GROOM

Leah stood frozen in place, her veil torn from her head by Mr. Hargrove's rough hands. She had

her hair, the way her lips trembled-he'd seen her before. His mind scrambled to connect the dots, flashes of the night they had shared breaking through the haze o

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as her attention was pulled from her own ceremony. The puzzle pieces refused to fit. This was the woman-the one whose voice, whose presence had stirred som

this could still be contained. But what was Leah doing here, with that vile man by her side? His

asp. She glanced around, her cheeks burning with humiliation, the shame of the night before already raw in her mind. Ho

g between Leah and Mr. Hargrove, who looked positively enraged at being th

an like Hargrove. The older man's eyes roved over her like she was a possession

ried over the room, her composure barely holding as she eyed Leah with contempt. "This is my wedding day. Can't y

e had to bite back the sudden surge of protectiveness that threatened to rise. Leah glanced down, tryin

erous. "I paid a hefty sum to marry you, and I expect obedience." He grabbe

voice cutting through the

was hard, a mask of control hiding the turbulence brewing inside him. He kept hi

hink you are, Blackwood? This is no

wrong." He took another step forward, his focus now shifting briefly to Leah, who s

ng between Ethan and Hargrove like a storm about to break. Her heart raced as she look

on her. She stalked forward, her eyes blazing with fury. "This is absurd! Leah, if you're going to cause a sc

d her, low and commanding. "This wedding isn't happening." His

sbelief. "What are you talking about, Ethan?" she demanded, he

e turned to the officiant, who stood frozen, un

ned an ugly shade of re

eah, softening for just a fraction of a second

er mind. What was Ethan doing? Why was he stepping in like t

aiting for what he would do next. Natasha stood frozen in shock,

ward Leah, his expression