Daniel stood a short distance away, his expression cold and distant beneath the streetlamp’s glow. “All my life, you’ve had to control every part of me. Now, I’ve finally become the heir you always wanted—are you still not done interfering?”
His tone was icy, sharper than ever.
Mrs. Chambers glared at her son, anger flaring in her eyes. “You’re my son. It’s my job to look after you.”
Daniel pressed his fingers to his brow, exhausted. He had no desire to argue.
He brushed past Mrs. Chambers and headed inside.
Her voice rang out, clipped and steely. “Tomorrow, I’m arranging a date for you. You will be there. On time.”
Daniel spun around, frustration and resentment clear in his eyes.
“Enough. All my life, I was just a trophy you used to show off to Father. Now that you’ve beaten him, isn’t that enough for you?”
“You—”
“Give it up. I’m not going.”
“Daniel!”
The only answer was the door slamming shut, hard enough to rattle the frame.
Mrs. Chambers seethed, practically stomping her foot. She must be the first mother ever to be locked out by her own son.
Was it really so wrong to want to protect him?
Daniel stretched out on the couch, closing his eyes in a futile attempt to find some peace.
A chill, deeper than he’d ever known, slowly crept over him.
Dragging his weary body upstairs, he collapsed onto his bed.
He breathed in, catching the faintest trace of Nora’s scent on the sheets. Only then did the pounding in his head ease, just a little.
But as soon as he pictured her in Millbrook, coming and going with Louis, a fresh wave of pain burned through his chest.
Was this what it meant…to let her go?
He couldn’t even imagine her and Louis, hand in hand, walking down the aisle. The thought alone was enough to break him.
How could he ever bring her back?
Daniel picked up his phone and called Will. “Send an engagement invitation to Nora.”
Will agreed without question.

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