Maeve's move was a masterstroke.
Ever since Nancy—or rather, Cassia—surrendered to passion and slept with Landon...
The vanity and greed buried deep within her soul had been completely unleashed.
As a daughter with Grover blood, she should have enjoyed a brilliant life.
Instead, she had grown up treated worse than a stray dog.
At least a dog was allowed to run outside; she had been locked away in that cliffside villa like a prisoner, forbidden to take a single step beyond her cage.
She couldn't understand why the Grovers had brought her into the world only to strip her of all dignity.
Standing in the suite's bathroom, Cassia stared at the face in the mirror—a face that wasn't hers.
For the millionth time, a vicious urge to claw it off bubbled up inside her.
Her phone vibrated relentlessly.
It was the real Nancy.
When Cassia ignored the calls, Nancy fired off a threatening text:
*If you don't get your ass back here right now, I will make you pay.*
Cassia decisively powered off the phone, relishing the sudden silence.
"Nancy, is everything okay?"
Landon's voice filtered through the door.
Facing the mirror, Cassia practiced the perfect, elegant smile unique to Nancy.
Smoothing out her clothes, she stepped out of the bathroom.
Landon's eyes were etched with concern.
"You were in there so long, I thought something happened."
Even now, Landon felt like he was floating.
He still couldn't believe he had finally bedded the goddess he had pined over for years.
It felt entirely surreal.
At the same time, an audacious idea took root in his mind.
She had slept with him—did this mean a marriage alliance between the Grovers and the Harts was finally on the table?
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