CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: TIGHTENING ON.
LIORAÉ ‘Soren Vale can't marry a lowlife.’ Her words echoed in my mind as I stood there. She was right; this was wrong. I couldn't be with Soren, and the baby in me would only complicate things more. “She’s right, Soren… Mr Vale, you and I…” “Don’t say it,” he cut me off. “She is wrong because she knows absolutely nothing about me, about us and the relationship we share.” That should have been enough to calm my weary heart; instead, it made it worse. There was nothing between us except a nightstand that was already spiralling more than it should. “I am just an assistant; she is more on your level. Your mother would never accept me; the world would never accept me,” I recited. Why was I building castles in the air like I was bursting out of a book? “I am not to the vale stand
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