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

walking toward the small sitting area near the window. He deliberately put distance between them. “Yes, the rooms are very generous.” Her voice was a monotone, a script learned by rote.

Arthur stopped behind a velvet armchair, resting his hands on the back of it. “Beatrice.” She blinked, looking at his boots. “Look at me.” Slowly, agonizingly, she continue reading …