DANA’S POV
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As the door creaked open, I turned to find Marcus standing there, and immediately, the atmosphere in the room shifted. His presence alone spoke volumes; the lines of worry etched on his face told a story of its own. I could feel the weight of his concern, a palpable heaviness that seemed to fill the air between us.
His intense gaze locked onto mine, as if he were searching for the truth hidden behind my eyes. I knew I had to be careful, to shield the dangerous secret I had been safeguarding with every fiber of my being. How could I possibly reveal to him, my beloved fiancé, that I was meeting in secret with the very woman he had been taught to hate?
My heart pounded in my chest, torn between the love I felt for Marcus and the alliance I had forged. The
