Keira stared at Amy in disbelief.

Amy had been glued to the TV, pointing at Monbatten and calling him "Dad" over and over. For such a timid, shy child, she had somehow summoned the courage to insist on accompanying them to meet him.

These peculiarities… Could it be?

Keira tightened her jaw, her mind racing to shut out a thought she was too afraid to entertain.

Her eyes flicked to Lewis.

Her memory wandered back to the inexplicable day they'd gotten married—an arrangement orchestrated by her sister.

At the time, her sister had claimed it was to protect her.

But looking at it now, was it really protection? Or had her sister known all along about Lewis's connections overseas and orchestrated the union to secure a political alliance?

From her grandmother to her mother, down to Keera, and perhaps even herself—was this all part of some grand, invisible game for control of the South family?

Were they all pawns, moved across the chessboard without realizing it?

Keira's heart thudded wildly in her chest. For a brief moment, it felt as though her entire life had been tangled in conspiracies—a web tightening around her, leaving no escape.

drew in

Sean Church's calm voice broke her

her eyes. "Nothing. Just wondering—if I somehow forged an unbreakable bond with

you

caught off

thought of food makes you sick, it's worse than dying. My sister gave up control of this body because the

"You saved my life when you helped me eat again. Without you,

listened, her eyes drifting toward his

hollow, but his frail frame, the almost skeletal appearance of his hands, and even his once-gorgeous face, now gaunt, told the story of someone teetering on the

nodded slowly. She

gone hungry as a child in the

biscuit, it

work out,

"What issue?"

memories or her account with the South

why no one would

South family estate. My sister didn't leave anything

said that?" Sean

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