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ry name for a simpler, more ordinary life with Brandon. My real name is Aurora Valois, the sole heiress to the Valois real estate

s, the woman who would change herself for a man, died on that cold hotel h

flying across the screen as I r

inter

er city for the next two months. We can't meet i

nce. But right now, mystery felt safer than the brutal t

d. "But on on

me

g this with isn't Farah M

brief, but I could feel the s

ce Brandon always hated. I drank until the edges of my pain blurred, and the

ned affection that now made my skin crawl. "Farah, wher

rist. He wasn't wearing the Patek Philippe. Of course not. That was with its

said, my voice col

ong?" He stepped closer, cupping my face in his hands. "You know I love y

ard Brandon say in the villa. My stomach twisted. He wanted

e kiss, a perfect imitation of Brandon's. It felt like being kissed by a ghost, a phantom who wore

mine, I pulled away. "I'm

used gaze on me. I closed the door and leaned against it,

dropped the second he thought I was out of earshot. It wasn't the sound of a c

I thought it would be

Brandon's preferred palette. In the very back, I found what I was looking for. A vibrant, blood-red dres

one of Brandon's tailored suits. He looked

" he asked, his brow f

" I repli

ouch the silk fabric. "It's... too bright. Go change into the

is touch a gentle but firm command. The ol

d his ha

ice clear and stead

A flicker of annoyance crossed his face before he smoothe

aid

ion was as grand and imposing as I remembered, a place where I h

f the staircase, guided by a maid. She was dressed in a pristine white dr

saying hello to the butler, her

voice suddenly strong and sha

a blind person shouldn't possess, her hands finding the heavy crystal vase o

haze. I stumbled back, my hand flying to my head. When I

h you?" I yelled, my voice

-the real Brandon-was suddenly there. He moved like lightni

commanded, his voi