CHAPTER 38
"The Mother Test" Hazel’s POV I’d faced deadlines, public scandals, Vassane, and even a half-naked Alexander coming out of the bathroom. But nothing — nothing — made my hands shake like knowing I was about to meet his mother. We were at the William estate. A place so perfectly curated it felt like stepping into a luxury museum, not a home. Alex stood beside me in the hallway, adjusting his cufflinks. His jaw was set. He hadn’t spoken much since we got here. “She’s going to judge me,” I whispered. “She’ll try,” he said. “But I’ll be right here.” That was his way of saying, She can be... difficult. The door opened, and there she was. Eleanor William. Tall. Impeccable. Every hair in place, lips painted wine-red, and eyes so calculating it felt like she could see every insecure thou
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