Bounded By Love, Broken By Laws

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ettled in the pit of her stomach. The opulence of the mansion, the elegance of the champagne glasses in the hands of her mother's gue

and whose presence was a constant reminder of the things she could never have. The Sinclair name, once a proud

powerful families-rich, influential, untouchabl

hes. There was something more. Something no one ever spoke about, least

t, but the whispers of the servants, the way the other guests regarded her mother, told her everything she needed to know.

ething she couldn't explain. Her mother's new husband was distant, cold even, his focus always on the g

Sinclair family's wealth and influence were only matched by the Valmorne family's. And that was exactly why Isla hated it. It wasn't supp

lse. A man she didn't recognize, standing at the far end of the ballroom, watching her with an intensity that sen

lingered, gnawing at the back of her mind. There was something about tonight-something that didn't sit rig

ned again, and Isla's

face unreadable as always. And behind them, standing just a lit

stepbrother sh

d imagined. Dark eyes, sharp features, and a posture that screamed confidence, arrogance, an

la wasn't sure if she was ready to face