Inheriting Desires

he fog-drenched sky. Evelyn Laurent's heels clicked against the cobblestone driveway as she step

er, whose sharp commands had brought her here. Instead, she

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ce. With his dark hair neatly combed back and his gray eyes

erate, as if tasting each syllable. He descended

celebrities, men who thought their charm could match her own. But s

s grip was firm, his fingers cool against h

se, masking the unease clawing at her

st shadow of a smile. "It will be your h

avy doors of the estate creaked open, a chill swept

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