"Word on the street is that the great Miss Grover has a very messy murder scandal on her hands."
"Now, obviously, I don't buy into such wild gossip."
"But my loyalty doesn't mean the rest of high society won't devour you alive."
"Reputation is everything, Nancy. Once yours is fully dragged through the mud, salvaging it will be virtually impossible."
"I also heard your brother is frantically trying to marry you off, but all his candidates are desperate nobodies from out of state."
"You're a brilliant woman. You know exactly how precarious your situation is right now."
"The Hart Family might not carry the same prestige as those outsiders, but at least we have real roots in Aethelburg."
"If you marry me, I won't just worship you forever—I'll help you tear the White family to pieces."
That final offer finally snagged Nancy's full attention.
"Tear down the White family?"
Landon smiled, dripping with arrogance.
"Don't even try to pretend you don't despise Andres White."
"I know he's done some incredibly cruel things to you, all for Maeve's sake."
"The man is a ruthless bastard, tossing you aside like garbage the second a new toy caught his eye."
"He doesn't deserve a single ounce of your devotion, Nancy."
"But I do. My love for you is absolute."
He reached across the table and seized her gloved hand.
"Say yes to me, and I'll protect you for the rest of your life."
Nancy acted as though she were genuinely considering it. Slipping her hand free from his grip, she offered him a slow, calculating smile.
"This is all a bit sudden. Let me think on it for a few days, and then I'll give you my answer."
Landon nodded smoothly. "Fine. You have three days. I expect a favorable response."
Once upon a time, society rumors had painted her and Declan as an item.
Their families were deeply connected, and her mother, Faye, was close friends with Declan's mother.
Years ago, when her mother had forced her to break things off with Andres, it had been with the express goal of marrying her to Declan.
But she was never attracted to Declan's type, and the feeling seemed utterly mutual.
They barely even qualified as acquaintances.
At Andres's recent birthday party, when Maeve had publicly humiliated her, Declan had simply watched with mild amusement.
And the woman on his arm now, Naomi, wasn't just his current girlfriend—she was notoriously known as Maeve's best friend.
The couple was laughing together, completely absorbed in each other's presence.
The sheer, undeniable devotion in Declan's eyes as he looked at Naomi was sickeningly obvious.
How fascinating. So Declan preferred trash like Naomi.

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