ught in agreement. A tremendous wave of unworthiness assailed

e thought of her. Her lips trembled, but she refused to cry. She wouldn't allow him to see how he wo

e allowed her to dismiss propriety. Aubrielle would have never lain with Dorian if she hadn't believed with all her heart

ery bit of her heart, and clung to his perfect image, if onl

assured her none would ever know she'd never attended an elite finishing school when she finished her training. The lady must have taken pi

own, she never felt good enough for him. Dorian knew her all her life. He didn't care i

be his wife. It worsened when Cassius died and he became the Earl of Gale. Sh

s like a fly to jam, picking her apart, and dissecting her until she was

gh funds to pay the few servants they employed. Rafael grudgingly paid for a tutor years ago, but her education

lurred gaze clung to the floorboards of the coach for a t

quis who probably went to the finest schools. His lofty position entitled him to all the benefits of his station. He had a li

fact she wasn't suitable to be his wife was obvious to her. Taken off guard, she stared numbly out the window, un

unrelenting looks of displeasure for the rest of her life made her tremble. She s

am-colored gloves and tucked them at her side. His eyes fell upon her face, flushed

nastiness. He was immediately ashamed for pointing out such snobbish obser

he'd done! Still, when had he ever stooped so low to feel better

ever failed to find some cause to take his frustrations out on his wife and only child. He fell from his horse

her own entertainment in France. For years, she left him alone to be cared for by servant

. William Haines was there, his father's solicitor, and now his. The man seemed to expect something from him then. He

orate gowns. He was cast off upon servants from the time he took his first breath, pushed away any time he dared approach his moth

He'd never been allowed to be a child. Recalling how his father punished him severely if he made any minor