At the bridal shop, I saw fresh dark marks across my sister’s back. She whispered, “If I cancel, his father will ruin us.” I kissed her cheek and said, “Then we won’t cancel.” But by morning, the groom had no idea who was waiting at the aisle.

The truth exploded under crystal chandeliers. A perfect wedding. A perfect dress. And lash marks hidden beneath ivory silk. When Mara whispered the groom’s name, everything I thought I knew about our family, our future, shattered. But calling off the wedding meant financial ruin, blackmail, and bloodthirsty men with senators on spee… Continues…

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