n, the powerful CEO, heroically cradling his fragile, injured sister-

"A True Gentleman," one headline read. "Mog

ingle line about me. "Architect Clara Spears a

comments, a tidal wave

shed Hazel. She'

Can't stand seeing s

a saint for put

Hazel. Kason's PR team had worked overtime

n my face. He was protecting Hazel's reputation while systematically des

sitting beside Hazel. She was wearing a

r relationship. Hazel blu

e said softly. "We've known

r hers. "I'll alway

icly acknowledge our engagement, and how he always

rumors about my personal life that he never once stepp

ld burn my world to the ground just to keep he

out of the hospital. I had to attend the annual Architect' s Guild Gala

y a famous designer. It was a loan, a privilege reserved for architects of my standing. It was

room, I came face-to-face

saw my gown. Pure, unadulterat

e. My heart gave a st

his voice low. "Ta

im, uncompreh

her first major gala. She n

brutally cruel, I could only

an. It's tied to my name, my reputation. She can

wist of his lips. "Standin

buy the silver gown Clara Spears is wearing tonigh

in his eyes. "There. Now it's mine. And I

y. The sheer, calculated humiliation of it stole my

With as much dignity as I could muster, I slipp

ric at him. It landed at h

onster, Kason," I s

hone flashe

" he roared, and his security team m

threw it over my shoulders. It

ra," he said, his voice full o

looks followed me. Later that night, Hazel made her grand entrance in my dress. She was

on Hanson's extravagant gesture of love for his s