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Chapter 909:

She fought to maintain her poise, her fingers interlaced so tightly her knuckles blanched.

The purpose behind Collin’s arrival remained an enigma to her. Moreover, she questioned whether appealing to him for assistance would be wise in these delicate circumstances. Should Collin refuse to help, her plea might only prompt Gorman to tighten his suffocating grip on her life.

“Collin, why are you here?” Haven swiftly masked her shock, gliding toward him with practiced grace as she curled her fingers possessively around his arm. Her smile dripped honey as she deliberately flaunted their closeness before Linsey’s eyes. “I thought you were drowning in work this afternoon. Had a change of heart?”

As she witnessed their exchange, Linsey’s nails dug into her palms, leaving crescent marks. Though she fought to maintain an air of indifference, her traitorous gaze drifted to Collin’s left hand, where a brilliantly cut diamond ring caught the light with mocking perfection.

A tempest of conflicting emotions churned within Linsey’s chest. The question haunted her—was Collin truly committed to making Haven his wife? Yet her spiral of uncertainty evaporated in an instant.

For in the next breath, Collin firmly disengaged Haven’s clinging fingers from his sleeve. Closing the distance between himself and Linsey, he captured her with eyes that bore into her soul, unwavering and intense. The boldness of his approach rooted Linsey to the spot.

Her heartbeat thundered against her ribs, her breath coming in shallow, uneven waves. Bewilderment clouded her thoughts as she struggled to decipher why he looked at her like that.

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Linsey’s fingers unconsciously twisted into the delicate fabric of her gown, her breath catching like a butterfly in a storm. Electric tension crackled between them, filling the space with unspoken possibilities.

Bystanders faded to shadows, powerless to penetrate the invisible barrier that had formed around the pair. Haven was abandoned at the periphery, her manicured nails carving half-moons into her palms as venomous loathing blazed in her eyes while she bore holes into Linsey’s back.

In Haven’s twisted perception, Linsey had immediately unfurled a web of seduction the instant Collin had appeared. Jaw clenched so tight it ached, Haven prepared to reclaim her territory with calculated precision.

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Her intervention shattered against the commanding baritone of Collin’s voice. “Linsey, is marrying Gorman truly what you want?” His question nearly sent Haven spiraling into blind fury.

Linsey froze, utterly stunned that his first words struck directly at the core of her predicament.

Linsey parted her lips, poised to tell the truth without hesitation. Naturally, marriage to Gorman was the furthest thing from her desires. Yet just as words began to form, Gorman’s menacing voice slithered from behind her.

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