Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
King Enterprises and Steel Corporation are turning the page with their children’s union. They even joined forces for a partnership with the family business of Tristan Rhodes’s — the duke I saw earlier.
Or that’s what the magazines say. In reality, it could be something entirely different.
If there’s one thing I’ve learnt in my life, it’s that the truth isn’t always what it seems. Especially with the powerful and the mighty.
The people who have money and influence pumped through their veins instead of blood think differently than the rest of us peasants. They act differently too, which is why I need to be careful.
I can’t be caught.
Especially not now.
I do another discreet sweep of the guests, searching for Agnus. There’s no trace of him or Ethan. Could they be in a private meeting?
No. The prime minister, the duke, the earl, and the Secretary of State are outside. Since Agnus and Ethan belong to their closest circle, they wouldn’t leave them out. Did they perhaps go to the other side of the garden?
I need to get this over with and leave before I meet him.
Or worse, before he recognises me.
I can’t stress enough that I cannot be caught. It’ll blow everything up in smoke.
That’s the only downside of coming here instead of scheduling a meeting in Steel Corporation. I have better chances of striking a deal, but there’s also the risk of confronting him.
Sucking deep breaths through my nose then mouth, I smooth down my black mermaid dress with a double deep V at the front and back. It shows a bit of skin, but not too much, and moulds against my curves perfectly. I’ve accentuated the look with the pearls my best friend got me for my birthday.
My hair is tied elegantly at my nape and my makeup is bold — red lipstick, heavy eyeliner, and too much mascara. It’s nothing like I would normally wear on a day-to-day basis.
Living my whole life in the shadows has taught me to never stand out. If I do, it’s game over.
Today, I’ve had to go against my core survival method for a different survival game.
My appearance suits being on Agnus Hamilton’s arm. Not that the man knows how to compliment, but considering his position in the great scheme of things, I needed to look the part of his date.
And also, to pique Ethan’s attention.
I’m about to head back to search for them when a presence suddenly materializes by my side.
My heel steps back involuntarily and a shudder shoots up my spine and engulfs me in a thick shroud of fog.
Run.
They found you.
Fucking run.
I swallow those thoughts and steady my breathing. I’ve lived here for five years. No one knows me.
No one.
Smothering the panic, I plaster on a smile and stare up at the person who’s appeared out of nowhere — without even making a sound.
I know because I’m usually the best at hearing the smallest noises. It’s how I’ve survived this long.
Glancing over my shoulder, in my closet, and under my bed isn’t just a nasty habit. It’s the only way I can exist.
My smile falters as I come face-to-face with none other than the groom himself.
Aiden King.
Jonathan King’s only son and one of his two heirs, along with his nephew, Levi.
He has sharp features and an impressive height that allows him to look down at me. His metal grey eyes zero in on my face with awe, wonder, and what seems like…loss.
The small mole on the side of his right eye catches my attention first, causing my legs shake.
It’s the same as in my memories.
His lips part, but it takes him a second to speak, “Mum?”
A tremor grips my fingers as I place the unfinished lobster back on the plate and pretend to fiddle with the food even though I’m seeing blurry shapes. I’m thankful my voice comes out calm, unaffected even. “I’m sorry. You’ve got the wrong person.”
He says nothing, but he doesn’t attempt to move. I feel his gaze digging holes into the top of my head like a hawk.
“Why aren’t you looking at me?”
I lift my head and flash him the serene smile I can fake so well. The one that hides endless chaos underneath.
Aiden continues watching me with judgemental and calculative eyes. “You’re not my mother.”
Phew. “That’s what I said.”
“Then who the fuck are you?” His attention doesn’t leave my face, almost as if he’s searching for something.
Or, to be more specific, someone.
“Excuse me?” I feign innocence.
“If you’re not Alicia, why do you look exactly like her and what the fuck are you doing at my wedding?”
I keep my cool. “I was invited by Agnus.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know how to answer that.”
He steps closer, his face and voice losing their surprised element and morphing to a steel so cold, it matches the colour of his eyes. “Why are you here? Who the fuck are you? And don’t tell me this is a coincidence, because I don’t believe in that.”