The Wrong Woman

"I'm sure you'll find a way. Just try to make it work," Mila said.

She understood her discomfort with Fenna might stem from her insecurities, but she was also aware that loyalty wasn't enough to sustain a marriage

Mila would never feel safe as long as Fenna was around Nathan.

Nathan stroked Mila's hand and reassured her, "Mila, I've had assurances from Fenna that she won't interfere in our marriage. She's not a bad

person, so you don't have to worry about her doing anything outrageous.”

Mila's mood darkened. She pulled her hand away and wrapped herself in the covers. She turned away and closed her eyes.

"Take care of yourself and come back safely," she murmured.

"All right." Nathan felt her indifference and decided to say nothing more. He tucked her in, turned off the light, and left.

It was 5:00 am in Phoenicia. Soldiers from the military base surrounded Hoffis Manor. Everyone was jolted awake. Avery showed up dressed in thick

pajamas and with her hair disheveled.

Nathan's imposing figure and asked, "What's going on? Trespassing in Norvania

search warrant. She watched worriedly as armed

couch and sat down. His expression was grave as

Morrison, we haven't seen each other in six months. Why the sudden

with all

maintained his stoic look in

crossed her legs and assumed a seductive pose, with one hand resting on

gazed dreamily at Nathan and smiled. "You're charming, but why don't

and cut right through Avery's facade. Her heart pounded, and she swallowed nervously. His intense gaze sent chills

made her tremble with

her emotions in check after years of corporate life. Feigning calm, she teased, "General Morrison, I hear you're

wonder what kind of woman you fancy? I don't know if someone like me, the richest widow in Norvania, would

froze at the news of her being a widow. "Oliver's dead?" he asked with a look of

months ago. His ashes were

stared at Avery with

was terrified, but she continued, "I have all the paperwork—death certificate, cremation certificate,

doubt me."