My Forbidden Brother
Lizbeth Rosetogether for years, but he didn't know my real identity
He looked up, his gaze darkening instantly as his eyes tracked the damp line of my hair down to the swell of my chest above the towel.
I walked over to the walk-in closet, sliding the midnight-blue dress from its hanger. The fabric was a masterpiece of my own creation—a heavy, luxurious silk crepe that draped asymmetrically across the collarbone, featuring a high, geometric slit along the left thigh that exposed a daring amount of skin with every movement. It was structured, elegant, and entirely unyielding.
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