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

untouched skin of an aristocratic bride. Arthur frowned, leaning closer. He caught the fabric before it fell further, pulling it aside to bare her upper chest and the curve of her shoulder. He stopped breathing. The skin was not pale and smooth. It was ruined.

A thick, raised keloid scar slashed across her collarbone, shiny and white with age. Beneath continue reading …