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.

to stay and endure the Lawsons' contempt any

door, he struggled to his

"Jessica!"

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

from pale to purple

to warn her out of kindness, and she had the nerve to give him

didn't want the title anymore, he'd

Fuming, Phelps stormed off.

After turning things over in her

was attending a charity auction

he saw Mabel's name flash on his phone,

be to report that his wife had been missing for hours and ask if they should call the

intention of calling the

and Henry; she would never truly leave The

with no real skills-where could she possibly go without

gala

He'd done his homework.

for auction that Sheila had been

determined to win it for

proceeded in an orderly

far. He hadn't raised his bidding paddle yet; the piece he

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