The Swapped Bride: His Unseen Queen

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wland Estate clung to my fever-drenched skin. I pressed a trembling hand to my c

teady, frantic beat

ch furniture, the balcony overlooking the manicured gardens of

my stepmother, Catherine, had played God in the Rowland family parlor. In that life, she had handed me to Harrison Davies, the golde

ctacle of champagne and lies. Clara's wedding, by contrast, had been a grim affair at the Cook County Courtho

ng him into a senator. I thought I held power in Washington. But Clara h

arrow streets and speakeasies of the West Side. He spent his nights at The Green Mill with his mistresses, letting the city think

d Harrison's entire political career. He proved that the law was just a weapon for the strongest predator. My life

heavy gold engagement

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to the monster. She thought she was condemning me to a living hell. She ha

at me since he slipped this ring on my finger. To him, I was a forced

idn't need his affecti

staring back at me was pale, but her eyes were no longer those of a naive

nt was announced, and I had spent most of

d me from my thoughts. It was

y of deference. "Your brothers are waiting in the downstairs parlor. The

ogs, using my illness as a convenient excuse to draw me out of my room, eage

said, my voice steady and devoid of

d a broken girl trembling on the eve of her damnation. I smoothed the fabric over my hips, stepp