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“Rafe, you’re pacing again.”Cally’s voice was soft but firm as she stepped into the dimly lit study. Her sharp features were softened by concern, her eyes tracking her son’s restless movements. Rafe stood by the large bay window, staring out into the sprawling gardens below.“How can I not, Mom?” he replied, his voice tight with frustration. “This whole situation is a disaster waiting to explode.”Cally approached slowly, her silk robe trailing behind her like a ghostly whisper. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t turn to face her.“You’re taking on too much,” she said softly. “You always do.”Rafe scoffed, finally spinning around. “How can I not when everything I’ve built, everything I’ve worked for, is threatened by his games?”Cally tilted her head, studying him. “This isn’t just about him, is it?”Rafe hesitated, his jaw clenching. He moved toward the desk, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s about her,” he admitted reluctantly. “Lia.”“Ah,” Cally said
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The next morning arrived with a haze of gray clouds that seemed to press down on the sprawling estate, reflecting the weight in Lia’s chest. She’d barely slept, her mind restless with memories of Vincent’s cruelty and the auction, where her fate had been reduced to a bidding war. The uncertainty of her new life with Rafe twisted her insides into a knot.The sound of the door unlocking jolted her from her thoughts. She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding. Rafe stepped inside, his expression as impassive as ever, though his sharp gaze took in every detail of her appearance—her pale face, the dark circles under her eyes, and the tension in her posture.“You’ve been in here long enough,” he said flatly, closing the door behind him. “Come with me.”Lia hesitated, her body instinctively recoiling at his commanding tone. “Why? Where are we going?”“I don’t owe you an explanation,” he replied, his voice calm but firm. “But you need to eat something more substantial than what’s brought to your
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The crackling fire in the hearth cast flickering shadows across the grand sitting room. Lia sat on the edge of the couch, her knees tucked to her chest, warily watching Rafe as he paced the room. The tension between them was palpable, thickening the air like a storm about to break.Rafe had summoned her here without explanation, and she had come reluctantly, unsure of his intentions. His silence as he moved back and forth, hands shoved deep into his pockets, was unnerving.“Why am I here?” Lia finally asked, her voice strained but steady.Rafe stopped abruptly, his broad shoulders stiffening. He turned to face her, his expression carved from stone, yet his eyes betrayed a turmoil she couldn’t decipher.“You deserve an explanation,” he said, his tone low and measured.Lia blinked in surprise. It was the last thing she expected to hear from him. “An explanation for what?”“For why you’re here,” he said, his voice softening just slightly. He exhaled deeply, rubbing a hand across his face
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The crackling fire in the hearth cast flickering shadows across the grand sitting room. Lia sat on the edge of the couch, her knees tucked to her chest, warily watching Rafe as he paced the room. The tension between them was palpable, thickening the air like a storm about to break.Rafe had summoned her here without explanation, and she had come reluctantly, unsure of his intentions. His silence as he moved back and forth, hands shoved deep into his pockets, was unnerving.“Why am I here?” Lia finally asked, her voice strained but steady.Rafe stopped abruptly, his broad shoulders stiffening. He turned to face her, his expression carved from stone, yet his eyes betrayed a turmoil she couldn’t decipher.“You deserve an explanation,” he said, his tone low and measured.Lia blinked in surprise. It was the last thing she expected to hear from him. “An explanation for what?”“For why you’re here,” he said, his voice softening just slightly. He exhaled deeply, rubbing a hand across his face
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