Chapter 22

She was curious to see just how long Magnus would hold out.

Meanwhile, Eleanor's patience had finally snapped after being ignored again and again. Fury burned inside her.

She'd dealt with manipulative little drama queens like this back in her day-could handle two of them before breakfast.

When was it going to be her turn to put on a show?

Eleanor lost her patience. "Someone, escort Ms. Harrison out!"

At her command, two burly security guards stepped forward and surrounded Elise, ready to remove her from the premises.

Magnus's expression darkened, his icy gaze sweeping over the guards. Intimidated by his powerful presence, they instinctively took two steps back.

Magnus turned to Elise. "You're not well. I'll have the driver take you back to the hospital."

Elise stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears, her innocence on full display-but she didn't dare say a word in protest.

Please don't be mad at Magnus. I'm terminally ill. This wedding is my last wish. I just don't want to come between you. If there's anything I can do to make up

pitiable, her voice trembling, that anyone watching might have

except Isadora. She was completely immune to

forgotten the humiliation Elise had made her

phone still held

be the loser

the night with me again. Guess you're alone in that big

dozens of messages

played at Isadora's lips. She spoke, her

my forgiveness, all you

her daughter, a flicker of pride in her

wasn't letting herself

a second later, doubt crept in. Why wasn't Isadora handling this privately? Why humiliate Elise in front of

know that a man's urge to protect is born

commotion, eager to see how this showdown between the

anger. "Isadora, I was the one who agreed to the

smile curled her lips. "Oh, feeling sorry for her now? Then why did you keep saying all those sweet nothings to me—making me think

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