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Love My Way

Chapter 3 The Price of Silence

Word Count: 1559    |    Released on: 18/05/2025

then, it was too late. Graham Marcus's eyes, usually so unreadable, flickered with something like alarm

hifted almost imperceptibly:

r could've sworn h

king the comforter up with one hand and shieldi

napped. "You want your eyes dug out and u

elax. It's not like I haven't already-" He caught himself befo

ack of the chair, sliding it over his

ducked under the quilt, rustling as she wrestled her limbs into jeans and a wrinkled blouse

legs. *Damn him. Couldn't he tell it was my

ored shirt, and-for a split second-her anger faltered. *Ok

round. Thei

hat morning, she hate

together

y were going to be square, then so be it. She'd take the money. No one owed anyone anythin

d it probably had-he was too old, too powerful, and too dan

speak. "Keep the

e's walking away first, it's me. I know crying and screaming won't rewi

er shoulders,

ect me to act grateful or broken. Once I leave this room,

ice. Her ey

the redness in her eyes betrayed

ard. "I was just going to say

ching the card and shoving it into

e women who rejected hush money fo

ut to let him feel

uck her lik

y subway token-and stomped across the room. Graham watched in disbelief as she opened h

ed back,

at your performance last night was worth. A few coin

et. He exhaled slowly through his nose, lips twitch

e to declare i

hisper this to anyone, I'll tell the world you're a broke gigol

she b

n't loo

gone and her feet were screaming in protest. She locked herself in th

was

atively-l

was that s

coffee," she muttered. "At this poi

She was sweating. Her

tast

liated her enough, she heard a voice

la

fr

fa

mirror, she saw him-David Walker. Unshaven. Slightly bloated. Wea

eart! I though

ders slum

"How've you been, huh? Got that promotion yet? I know they pay you inte

e said flatly. "I'm wo

ll, listen. I haven't eaten in two days. Think you could spot you

hesi

ok like he w

he'd had three

sed to take her to the park and pretend he was a pirate captain. Somewhere betwee

n't have any

your stepdad's loaded, isn't he?

rk to cover my own stuff. I'

m tightened. "Blai

can

ry. "Then ask your mother

t do

eas

r her purse, pulled out the

out," she said.

es landed on the

d it from

shouted. "W

g with excitement. "Just to keep it safe. I'

, do

as alrea

shed into a cab, waving the card li

frozen on

ted to

nted t

as her only

w it w

who was supposed

d and walked toward the hous

lker e

y. Big house. Perfect

s first marriage-Simon, who barely acknowledged her, and

, tried too hard to

forgot to take

e gate and stared up a

as so

ang

*don

h the front door, it open

-blue eyes that alw

ed an e

g against the doorframe. "If

t in th

little scandal's alre

blood

ha

pulling ou

tified: Social Media Intern

cle had

fa

ork h

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at the scre

did Mom

she s

nd

ing. "Crying. Stepdad's yelling at her.

r slammed shu

orstep, the echo stil

nched h

ad no

mon

sup

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ne buzz

nown n

icked

e on the line. "This is Grah

n't say

a video,"

*wh

footage of you entering my suite. It's alread

h went dry.

answer r

ldly: "B

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“She didn't mean to knock the mayor to the ground, let alone shove a fistful of coins into his chest and vanish into the night. But that's exactly what Blair Walker did after one too many tequila shots at her cousin's wedding. Three accidental meetings later, she found herself waking up next to him. Again. And then she married him. By accident. Graham Marcus-yes, the sharp-jawed, no-nonsense mayor of Crestwood Falls-wasn't exactly her idea of a dream husband. Arrogant. Infuriatingly calm. And way too good at twisting her words. Their second night together proved that their chemistry was both a blessing... and a ticking time bomb. On their wedding night, a stray kick to his most sensitive region marked the beginning of a cold war that would span their entire marriage. He called it payback. She called it unfair. He kept score. She fought back. Their life became a chessboard-passion-fueled fights, sarcastic flirtations, and retaliation disguised as affection. And still, somehow, she couldn't stay away from him. Then came that fateful Monday morning at the office. A curious colleague asked, "Blair, who is he to you?" Caught off-guard and panicking, she blurted the worst thing possible: "He's my uncle." The silence was deafening. The air crackled with tension. That night, Marcus's voice was velvet and venom as he shut the bedroom door. "Oh? I'm your uncle now? Funny... because your 'uncle' knows exactly how you sound when you're begging for more." She slept on the sofa. Again. This man was impossible. But deep down, Blair knew something had changed. He was no longer just a mistake or an enemy with a wedding ring. He was a storm-and she had walked straight into the eye of it. And somewhere between the war and the wine, between every argument and every stolen look... She realized she might not make it out of this marriage with her heart intact.”