Lena
I gave myself a neck massage at my dressing table, my mind flashing to Alexander's medical report.
"Will he ever recover? Grandmother doesn't know about it, and by all means, no one should know as he has hidden it. But he's becoming my husband, and the news of our court marriage is everywhere."
My phone rang, distracting my thoughts.
“Grandmother,” I answered.
“Dear, I couldn't let your image be tarnished—not after I dug into who posted those things online. It was Hazel's handiwork,” she spoke kindly, against my expected rage and disapproval.
“This is a favor I will never forget. I feared the worst: you rejecting me and me losing my life.”
“It's just for a year. My grandson has an alliance from childhood; he just doesn't want to admit to it. Everyone makes mistakes; don't hate
