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Fate is a thread; you can tie it in a thousand knots but you’ll always come to the sao her hich was…often As I stood across fro, I pictured our thread The thousands of knots we’d tied together And in the end…Lottie’s wedding dresses hung up behind erie too I would have to help her into them

Help Mrs Grayson Crowne

The one and only…the one who should have always been

“Grayson’s guards will be here any minute,” I said to West

He sht-white teeth “Lottie is Grayson’s wife now” I clenched ht as West walked closer, sliding one hazelnut finger along the vanity “She gave arter”

As Lottie’s girl, I was supposed to bring it to her, but West picked up the lacy garer My eyes darted from it to him as fear crept up my spine Westley had never been violent Still, I was nervous A feeeks earlier I had finally said what had been weighing on my soul: Westley du Lac raped me

I don’t kno a man like West would respond to that…how any man would I still wasn’t sure if I believed it myself Rape, to me, was supposed to be bloody and vicious and cruel, not filled with sords

“What do you want?”

“I told you I would be here,” he said for the second tih now that I could s across his thick biceps

“I don’t knohat you’re talking about,” I lied

Though West had promised to pick up the pieces that he said would inevitably fall after Grayson, he couldn’t be serious He was just fucking with inity for a bet didn’t actually want me

Didn’t actually care for me

West took a step closer, but I stayed put, refusing to let another man push me back

“I can give you what you want, Angel”

I scoffed through et back to work, stop poking at the wound, but I couldn’t stop this gnawing in h, why did West think I’d want that? Iteverything belongs to you, even people