Chapter 9

Alexander kept his arm around my waist, gently pulling me aside.

“He’ll kill him!” I hissed, watching William approach with the vintage cricket bat.

A dangerous smile played across Alexander’s sculpted features. “Darling, death would be too merciful.“

He pulled out his phone, his upper–class accent dripping with dark amusement: “Have a medical team on standby at the Blackwood estate. Discretion is paramount.”

His thumb traced lazy circles on my hip, completely at odds with the tension in the air.

I shot him an incredulous look..

Castro dragged his gaze from William’s approaching figure, his perfectly maintained facade crumbling like his mud–stained Armani. “Aveline, we never properly ended things. This arranged marriage – it’s just business. You can’t possibly-”

The crack of willow on bone cut through the morning air as William’s cricket bat connected with surgical

precision.

Castro crumpled to the ground with a cry of pain.

“I’ve been standing here listening to your bullshit,” William snarled. “You manipulated my sister, struck her, and now you have the audacity to make demands?” Another swing punctuated his words.

Despite his designer suit now being thoroughly ruined by grass stains, Castro kept his desperate eyes. locked on me, dragging himself forward like a wounded animal.

“Will, stop!” I called out as he raised the bat again.

flared in Castro’s eyes. “You see? She still cares. What

froze as I crouched before him, letting my palm connect with his

calm, “makes us square. Next time you raise a hand to me, I

up when you never publicly acknowledged me as your girlfriend, isn’t it? Hard

Chapter 9

clear, Castro: I don’t love you anymore. The next

Castro’s broken form sprawled across

still unwilling to

murder charges over someone like him.”

form to deliver a series of precise punches that would

William had worked out his rage, Alexander signaled the waiting medical team. Four uniformed paramedics efficiently loaded our

seven years,” As we turned to leave, Castro’s voice rang out with vindictive spite. “How does it feel, bro, marrying my

caught William’s

pressed his Italian leather shoe into Castro’s injured leg, grinding down

eyes were arctic, “you’re making quite a case for why the old money families still value

– you’ll have a front–row seat to watch her live her

“Take him away.”

disappeared down the private drive, Alexander’s

his touch gentle. “Shall we hit Bond Street? Perhaps start with Cartier, work our way

at him, confused. After such

“Why shopping?”

lips quirked into

is the best cure for

William interjected hopefully. “I could use some therapeutic

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