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

you to stand there as if you are facing a firing squad. This is merely a duty. It will be brief. It will not be a nightly occurrence.” He thought the blunt honesty would soothe her. He thought stripping away the pretense would make the transaction easier to bear.

Instead, Beatrice closed her eyes. A singular, shaky breath escaped her lips. “I understand continue reading …