To Have and Hold...For Power
One Day Ago "Mr. Clarke, you have a visitor." A guard roughly pushes Lucas into the back of the cell before unlocking it. Who would visit him? He had sent Della away to Caroline, and Henry disliked him. The door opens and gliding through was no other than Ruth Connell. Lucas frowns. "Ruth, what do I owe the pleasure?" A coy smile decorates Ruth's face. "Why dear Lucas, I'm visiting my fiancée in jail!" Lucas snorts. "We are no longer to be wed, Ruth. I thought that was clear." Ruth runs her finger over the iron rails, stopping short when she near his hand. "I understand your... concerns. However, despite our differences, I will marry you. I disapprove of the lifestyle you lived during our years apart. Regardless, I will accept your past and look forward to our wedding night." Lucas
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