“He will never speak to you like that again once you become my wife,” I say, my voice firm. She stares at me, her lips parted. “What? I won’t let him, Charlotte. If he so much as lays one finger on you, I’ll break it. I’ll break all of them if I have to.” “But I’m his daughter,” she reminds me. “And you’ll be my wife. You’ll belong to me.” I pull her to me, slipping my other arm around her waist, my mouth at her temple as I whisper, “I don’t care if he’s your father. No one hurts what’s mine. Do you understand?”
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