Chapter 1950

Her first horse, a gift from Graham on her eleventh birthday from Aldoria, was cherished until a fateful accident drove her to Forden, marking the end of her riding days.

As Lucinda lingered in her reflections, the bodyguards swiftly procured a whip.

With a respectful bow towards her, they opened the door to proceed with their task.

Inside, Graham continued his writing, undisturbed by the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Mr.

Simmons, I regret to inform you, but by Miss Simmons’ orders, you are to be lashed twenty times.

Graham, pausing his writing, set his pen aside with a composed gesture.

His response hinted at a grim familiarity with such ordeals, perhaps a dark reflection of his past self-inflicted penances.

Swiftly, he shed his suit jacket, donning only a thin shirt to brace for the impending lashes.

Carefully, he moved the small tea table, ensuring the papers he had painstakingly worked on remained undisturbed.

the doorway, unable to turn away as the first crack of the whip shattered the

a stark and harrowing sound

her departure from the villa a slow, heavy

Luxury car, the grandeur of Peace Mountain receding in

sealed quiet of the car, the whip’s echo haunted her, an

deed.

her mind, a bitter truth acknowledging Violeta’s inextricable bond with her

unjust, a

prompted Lucinda’s decision

instead to connect

minutes had passed when Violeta approached the luxury car with a trot that belied her elegance and

to her former acclaim as the most

the passenger seat, Violeta greeted, “Lucinda, what’s

be perplexed

was candid in her

I’ve had

I trust you’re not one to act rashly

actions, I believe, are

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