rrounded by tranquil countryside dotted with carefully tended vineyards and towering peaks. This particular hotel was just one gem in the vast collection of hotels owned by Knight Group Internationa
marble floors greeted Avery inside. The faint scent of freshly c
power. But as Avery delved deeper into Finn's background, she discovered that Finn was not actually
continue with the wedding, knowing Finn was not the wealthy man she had believed him to be. She
extravagant decor seemed to mock her as she searched for her suite. Finally reaching it, she shut the door quickly and dialed a number, her he
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s union, so he will make Cathleen marry Finn. You are supposed to marry
fled the party immediately
shed without a trace. Enraged, William hurls objects across his study in a fit of fury. The union between the Jacksons and the Knight
is wedding was crucial for the success and reputation of both their families, and now it was potentially ruined. Panic rising in his chest, William slams his phone down and sto
standing and excused herself. The man desperately tried to reach o
ood of warm sunlight that enveloped her skin like a comforting embrace. The brisk breeze that swept through the city stirred her ponytail ever so slightly, giving her an ethereal look. She stood tall and confident, and her lo
e cover. Dressed in sleek blue jeans and a tucked-in black turtleneck, she strutted confidently in black pencil-heel boo
ll lips. Despite her fashionable appearance, she grumbled under her breath as she
honor. People stop and stare in awe as she passes by, exuding confidence and strength with every step. Someone suddenly ran into her with su