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Emma was such a trusting person. That's how she got into this mess.The stable hand who she was talking to at dinner, John, asked her if she wanted to ..
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Emma sat on her bed. She couldn't believe this. She wasn't some common hussy. She wasn't any man's plaything. And she could never enjoy being forced. ..
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Burke's POV
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[Emma's Father]That dang stubborn girl. Thought Robert as he leaned back in his chair and guzzled more ale. Why can't I say no to her? Why does she ha..
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Emma didn't sleep at all that night. How was she supposed to choose? How was she supposed to choose between her father and the man she was coming to c..
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Chapter 12
Burke couldn't just lay there listening to her heartbroken keening and not do anything. Yeah, she deserved to cry in privacy, he really di..
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Burke's arm was heavy. He was on his stomach next to her in her bed, his arm draped over her. It made her blush slightly to know that she had spent th..
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Emma knew she was being silly. She knew it. But her grief torn heartwouldn't listen.Even though they lived in adjoining chambers, in the same castle, ..
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This wouldn't do. This wouldn't do at all.She had seen them in the stables. Oh, yes. She had seen them.Burke thought he could reject her and throw her..
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Emma couldn't remember when she had been so happy before. Sure there was still the grief of her father's passing, but it was muted now, and she was tr..
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