The Wedding Night Was a Cold Duty-Until the Duke Discovered the Marks She Hid Under Silk and Lace

suite of Westford Manor was cavernous, designed by men who believed that grandeur required freezing temperatures and excessive mahogany. Arthur stood by the fireplace in his bedchamber, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He hadn’t bothered to light a cigar. His valet Bates moved quietly around the room, folding the travel-stained clothes and laying continue reading …