The Vow of Vengeance, The Veil of Love

was thick with the smell of old m

eas, the last thing I wanted was to

g into Andrew, my half-brother, the cons

n she saw me, a flicker of panic

atter glass, and made it clear: he was n

oms and on national television, where I systematically dism

nd, pushing me off a cliff into darkness, leaving

t was a single image that consumed me: Gaby Chadwick, the reclusive heiress, a wom

acrifice her untouch

mine, proposing a cold, strategic m

own words against me, creating a wall of polite dis

n a loveless arrangement of my own making, d

cade of silent adoration, deep, unwavering love

en blind

real stor