Timothy had decided to marry her, and every single member of the Lawson family was against it.

In the end, it was Phelps who made the final call, silencing the rest of the family.

Still, Jessica knew perfectly well that even if everyone opposed him, Timothy wouldn't care in the least.

Seven years ago, she could feel it-his determination to marry her was unwavering.

And so, for seven long years, she'd lived in a waking dream.

Jessica lowered her gaze, lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

What was she supposed to do now?

When Timothy set his mind to something, who could possibly stop him?

Her silence seemed to grate on Phelps, who slammed his cane against the floor in frustration.

"You're mute, not deaf!" he snapped.

Jessica lifted her eyes, rimmed faintly pink.

The only person in the Lawson family who'd ever shown her a shred of courtesy had now turned on her too.

She turned away.

a dying woman-there was no reason to stay and

her heading for the door, he struggled to

"Jessica!"

down. She walked into the living room, grabbed the handle of

turned from pale to purple with

come to warn her out of kindness, and

didn't want the title

Fuming, Phelps stormed off.

bundle of nerves. After turning things

that moment, Timothy was attending a charity auction with Sheila and

name flash on his

that his wife had been missing for hours and ask if they should call

intention of

she would never truly leave The Gilded Whisper

she was an orphan with no real skills-where could she

gala was

He'd done his homework.

for auction that Sheila had

matter what, he was determined to win

auction proceeded in an

scrolled absently through his phone, uninterested in the items so far. He hadn't raised his bidding paddle yet; the piece he wanted was the highlight

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