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Who says no to a DUKE??

She literally RAN AWAY lmaooo

Veil dropped his phone back in his pocket. “It is what it is,” he said with a shrug. This type of publicity was unfortunate and distasteful, but he had never cared about public opinion either way, and so it didn’t bother him one bit.

“Unfortunately, that’s not the only situation that’s come up.”

What the—

“There’s a man at the gates. Name’s Joseph Prince. Not on the guest list. He’s demanding to see your mother’s assistant.”

Veil frowned. “I don’t recall Evianne mentioning that name.”

“Security is holding him, but he’s quite insistent.”

His jaw clenched. “What is it you’re not telling me?”

“He says he’s her fiancé.”

Veil’s fists slowly clenched against his sides.

So this was why she had been running from him.

Because all along...Evianne had someone else.










Chapter Nine

I’M LOCKED IN THE POWDERroom stall, hyperventilating, and I know I’m being a coward but I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t—

My hands are shaking.

My vision is tunneling.

My chest is so tight it feels like dying, like actually dying, because this is what dying feels like, right? Your lungs forgetting how to work and your heart racing so fast it might explode and—

Stop.