Charlotte’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she made her way through the grand lobby of her father’s estate. The evening air wafted in through the open French doors, carrying with it a tension she couldn’t quite place. Her father had called for a family meeting—a rarity in their household unless something significant was at stake.
She entered the study, a room that always smelled faintly of leather and cigars. Her father, Richard, sat behind his mahogany desk, his expression unreadable. Beside him stood a man Charlotte didn’t recognize, tall and imposing with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her. His presence sent a chill down her spine.
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