Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 59

The Departure Lounge.

As soon as Serena settled into her seat, two police officers approached her.

"Miss Sullivan."

She gazed out at the inky black sky and smiled, a wry acknowledgment of her own naivety.

She had believed that a plane ticket was all she needed to leave Alderburg behind. But this was Aaron's territory.

"Let's go," one of the officers prompted.

Serena bit her lip. Resisting would only lead to a longer detention and play right into Penelope's hands.

Resigned, she rose and followed the officers. To her surprise, they didn't take her to the police station but instead escorted her back to Rosewood Gardens.

"I want to go to the station," she insisted. Between Rosewood Gardens and the police station, she'd rather choose the latter.

awkwardly towards the mansion. "Miss Sullivan,

Aaron himself appeared, lifting her effortlessly out and carrying her

tossed her onto it.

it's been a long night. Enough is

Aaron's eyes, her attempts to protect her father's legacy were merely childish

antiques were nothing more than a pile

had been Cynthia Lynwood, Aaron would never say that. After all, she was the woman who could whimsically mention a craving for spring rolls, and Aaron would personally fly them

fuss, Mr. Vance. If you're tired of it, you shouldn't have stopped me

you realize that once you boarded that

bitterly. "At worst, I'll be

breath, frustration evident as he pinched the bridge of

that, he turned and left, leaving

knew the price of her actions,

protect her

one person-William. With the Grayson family's influence in Northspire, even

only question was... would William help