"Because she is the one who broke my heart. She doesn't need my attention—she dismissed my feelings long ago," he said,
Disbelief froze on every face—Giselle, her father, even the other woman—nobody dared trust their ears.
So the rumors were true: Weston had tasted heartbreak. And the stranger who had burst through the door was the very cause of it.
"N-No, impossible! How could you, of all men, fall for someone so painfully ordinary?" Giselle exclaimed.
Laura was no socialite from the capital's gilded circles. Her dress bore no designer emblem; the jewelry at her throat might have cost only a few thousand at best.
Weston's lips pressed into a thin line. Once, he too had dismissed Laura as ordinary.
At most, he'd found her clingy, brutally direct—staring him in the eye to declare love, refusing to retreat no matter how coldly he treated her.
He had imagined she was a toy he could discard the day boredom set in.
Only later did he learn she was anything but ordinary.
At the very least, he knew he would never cross paths with another woman quite like her.
Over the years, she had been less a memory than a splinter lodged beneath his skin. At first, the discomfort was only a whisper, something he could shrug away. By the time he truly felt it, the shard had already pierced his heart—too deeply embedded for any hand to pry loose.
Weston lifted an eyebrow, a faint, dangerous smile playing about his lips. "Why is it impossible? I don't need you to believe me. You are kept here only to endure the punishment you've earned."
Punishment? The word rattled through the room.
Across the room, the three captives went rigid.
He flicked the neck of the wine bottle with a knuckle, the glass ringing like a bell. "Since you enjoy lacing other people's drinks, finish this one yourselves. Empty every drop, and perhaps I'll spare your hands."
The demand crashed over them like cold surf, and all three snapped upright, eyes wide.
Drink the wine? They knew exactly what cocktail of chemicals swam inside that ruby liquid.
If they swallowed, their bodies would betray them in ways too humiliating to name.

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