Chapter 30 A Masked Affair Ch4

• Morning arrived far too brightly for a woman who’d spent the night tangled in the arms of her former betrothed. Violet sat at her vanity, trying to make sense of the fact that the man who had just fucked her into the velvet bench of a rolling carriage was the same one her family once intended her to marry.
• No wonder he felt like a curse she couldn’t shake.
• Her maid knocked with the usual tea and letters. But the moment the silver tray was placed before her, one envelope caught her eye. No seal. Just her name—The Duchess of Wexley—written in the same bold hand that had held her throat hours ago.