Previous chapter:
Chapter 87: Great Baby Vanishing
Next chapter:
Chapter 89: One Giggle at a Time
PREVIEW
... The skies over Rynthall darkened.
Not because of rain.
But because of reputation.
Every noble in the region felt it—the shift. The whisper of a storm in expensive boots. A cold breeze of judgment. An invisible slap of ancestral disapproval. Somewhere, a duchess dropped her wine glass. Somewhere else, a baby stopped crying and started contemplating taxes.
Inside the estate, in the very heart of the chaos, Lucien stood frozen.
...YOU MAY ALSO LIKE





























