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

watching the tears finally spill over her lashes, carving silent paths down her cheeks. “Who did this to you?” He repeated. His voice was no longer a demand. It was a blade sliding from a sheath.

Beatrice looked up at him, her gray eyes wide and confused. “It was discipline, your grace. For my insolence. My father…” She trailed off, swallowing hard.continue reading …