rrived. The Thorne Foundation Annual Charit
Julian' s recovery. My
tation felt
n' s side, a hand on his arm, whispering in his ear. Whenever I entered a room, their laughter would sto
, directing workmen. They were setting up a large
this?"
ittle surprise for the gala. A game. It
gam
oked at his stepsister, who was arranging flowers nearby. "She said we needed a way
led in my stomach
ving a dismissive hand. "Your primitive beliefs. It' s
think it' s time to move past all this, Elara. For the family'
ning?" I demanded,
see. Just be ready to play along.
n who had orchestrated this whole arrangement. I
, my hands clenched. "Something to do
ad of this family now, Elara. He is whole again, thanks to you. My part in thi
dmother," I pleaded. "You promise
And you have delivered. Julian can walk. The future of the Thorne nam
t help me.
the world I had married into. A world that saw my child
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