ing to stake her claim? Warn oth

ht. Not anymore. They were done, or

rything she'd ever fought for-he gave it all to her. And now that he was finally back in the

n-and she wasn't going to be the name peopl

down, and when she looked up, someone stood

herself face to face with Marianne Bl

y done more than enough for you. He's back, and he's finally stepping up to lead the Branwell Group. This is his ti

her early forties, but she looked barely thirty, like time itself was givin

red her own-too similar, in fact. Instantly, all

perfect match for Fraser. If she really were, then how do you explain your own existence? As far as I know, y

e's fac

she stepped right past her, the

m, desperation sneaking into her voice. "Bellamy, don't

cool with a hint of smugness. "Mrs. Branwell, even if I don't go to him

isbelief as Bellamy gave a t

harp by her ear. "He's already in deep. Did

ne freeze. Oh,

llamy went ahead and met him halfway, slipping her arm thr

ake so long to come find me? I've bee

to Marianne. "Marianne, didn't Dad say you weren't feeling well? Shouldn't

th, "Oh, I'm fine. Your father just fusses too much. Tod

around his wife. His glance toward Bellamy held a flash

night. Be sure to go talk to them. You'll

ook Bellamy's hand and led he