“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

the coat check, looking leaner, his eyes sharp and clear. When he saw us, he bypassed the polite handshake and pulled Jason into a crushing hug.

He physically steered us toward the grand ballroom, gesturing toward a massive display board that dominated the foyer. The sleek, understated branding read: The Rising Phoenix Grants.

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