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Fifty-four
“Smith? Was she the model, your aunt set you up with last time?” Isabella couldn’t help but feel like something was stuck in her throat. She tried to steady her gaze and calm her pounding heartbeat. How could she be okay with that? Knowing her man was a duke and strikingly handsome, everyone would try to take him away from her. She doesn’t have all the courage to fight once Nicholas himself gives in to them. That’s how fast her mind overthinks in just a split second. She even forgets how to breathe normally, with sweats creeping down her head. “There’s a few of them Izora set me up with, but I managed to take care of them.” He explained, worrying about what she felt. “Mr. Smith wasn’t hard to have business with, and I’m sure he’d understand once I told him about us.” “What if Izora does
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