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JULIAN DEVONPORT'S DATE
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The Bentley purred to a stop outside our house, the ostentatious display of wealth a stark contrast to the peeling paint and overgrown lawn. Julian, ever observant, raised a sculpted eyebrow. "Charming," he murmured, the word dripping with sardonic amusement.I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "It's home." The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. Home was a cage, gilded for Clara and rusted for me.The weight of the Moreau family's expectations, the suffocating pressure to be something I wasn't, lifted slightly as I stepped out of the car. I clutched the heavy, framed abstract piece Julian had bought for me at the auction, the vibrant colors a jolt of defiance against the drab landscape of my life. He'd also gifted me a ridiculously expensive watch, a cashmere sweater, and a pair of handcrafted leather boots – items I’d only ever glanced at longingly through store windows before.As I walked up the cracked driveway, I could practically feel the weight of their stares from behind the lace-cu
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The helicopter blades whirred to a stop, dust swirling around us as Julian helped me unbuckle. Stepping onto solid ground after a night at his ridiculously lavish vacation home felt surreal. The air, even in the city, had a crispness I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was the change of scenery, or maybe it was the way Julian’s hand lingered a little too long on my lower back as he guided me towards the waiting car.The chauffeur, impeccably dressed in a dark suit, held the door open. Julian slid in after me, the leather of the seats cool against my skin. “As discussed, James,” he said, his voice a low rumble.We rode in comfortable silence, the city blurring past the tinted windows. I was still trying to process the weekend: the sprawling estate, the private beach, the way Julian had looked at me across the dinner table, a possessive glint in his eyes that sent shivers down my spine. My initial plan felt flimsy, almost childish, compared to the complex game I was now playing.The car p
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