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... p> Malachi’s POV
Cecilia was sitting on the edge of the bed when I came back to our room. She looked tired. Worried. Her hands were clasped in her lap.
"We need to talk," she said.
I closed the door behind me. Leaned against it. "About?"
"My uncles. My aunts. They’re making moves."
I’d expected this. Cecilia’s family was a nest of vipers. Always had been. Her father’s death had thrown everything into chaos. The inheritance. The company. T ...
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