Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 73

There were high-end evening gowns, beautiful everyday dresses, athletic wear, casual outfits, pajamas, loungewear...

A dizzying array of shoes: stilettos, flats, casual sneakers, pristine white tennis shoes...

And an entire collection of custom, high-end jewelry...

A sneaking suspicion crept into her mind. She pulled open one of the massive velvet-lined drawers beneath the wardrobe, and sure enough... it was fully stocked with lingerie of every kind.

Her cheeks burned hot. She didn't even dare to look at Julius.

How did a grown man know all about this? Let alone know her exact sizes?

Julius just smiled. "What are you so shy about? We're married."

She knew they were married, but it was purely contractual. A marriage in name only. Why would he go to all this trouble for her?

He absolutely did not have to do any of this!

Unable to hold back, she blurted out, "Why did you prepare all of this for me?"

"Stella, every instinct in me told me to do this for you. Whatever Chloe Hawthorne stole from you, I'll replace it. Whatever your father failed to give you, I will provide. From now on, you have me. No one will ever bully you again."

A miserable childhood takes a lifetime to heal, and he wanted more than anything to be the one to heal hers.

Stella's eyes welled with tears.

It had been so many years since anyone had cared for her with such tender attention to detail.

Shortly after her grandfather took her away from the Hawthorne family, he had disappeared. She had lived in that massive villa up in the mountains, and while she was fed, clothed, and looked after, it simply wasn't the same as feeling truly cherished.

Julius pulled her gently into his arms. "Don't cry. I'll be by your side for every season from now on."

Stella buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled. "Don't be this good to me. When we get divorced, I won't be used to living without it."

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