![]() ![]() Iris nearly choked with the horror of it. Winston Bevelstoke’s face suddenly flashed in her mind, his smile so practiced and suave as he introduced them. Why else would he have attended the Smythe-Smith musicale, if not to seek an introduction? ![]() Good Lord, had he researched her? Of course. A girl like her would never refuse a man like him. A girl like her would be eager for marriage. Because he’d known that with her modest dowry and unremarkable looks she would not have suitors clamoring for her hand. He didn’t need to say anything the answer was right there on his face. Iris felt her blood drain from her body, and she stumbled back, the force of his unsaid reply a punch to her gut. Then she asked the most terrifying question of all. “You deliberately tricked me into marriage.”Īnd he probably was, but that did not excuse him. They might be shocked, they might think Richard was mad to consider such a scheme, but in the end, they would tell her that he was her husband, and if this was his choice, she must go along with it. Oh, she could run to her parents, but they would just send her back to Maycliffe. In marriage, the man’s word was law, and the woman’s lot was to obey. ![]() And the worst part was, he could force her to do this. ![]()
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