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CHAPTER 62: Engaged at Last!

Auteur: Madel McDonough
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The sun is setting over the sprawling estate of Trayton’s mansion, casting long shadows that seem to reach out and claw at the approaching darkness. The air is thick with tension as I sit at the backseat of my car, staring ahead at the imposing iron gates that guard the entrance to my family's ancestral home. My heart pounds in my chest, dread and resentment coursing through my veins. Tonight is the night of the official engagement dinner, a lavish affair orchestrated by Trayton, a man who I can only describe as an evil incarnate. A union with Helena Flores is designed solely to consolidate power and wealth. I despise the idea, but I have little choice in the matter… for the time being. I won’t allow Trayton’s influence that reaches far and wide, to lead to my ruin.

My car glides smoothly through the gates. The mansion looms ever closer, a fortress of privilege and power, as I steel myself for the storm that awaits. The reporters’ relentless pursuit of scandalous headlines has reach
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