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

the exhausting theatrical pretense of romance. He had paid seventy thousand pounds to clear Croft’s debts. In exchange, Croft handed over his youngest daughter. A simple transaction. A ledger balanced.

“We are an hour from the estate,” Arthur said. His voice sounded too loud in the cramped space, gravelly from disuse. Beatrice blinked. It was the only continue reading …