Cassandra’s POV
My throat dried instantly. A ward? The girl who nearly ripped my scalp off? The same girl Gregory announced like some dramatic butler in a Victorian film?
I blinked, stunned, staring at the dim room as if the shadows might explain something to me. To say I was still dumbfounded was an understatement.
“So she isn’t your daughter,” I repeated slowly, making sure I wasn’t hallucinating from sleep deprivation and fury.
“No,” he answered firmly. “And I thought that was clear to everyone in the household. Did you seriously think she was? I am not that careless,” he groaned. The slurping sounds from a cup rang from his side. He was sipping his coffee.
That was rich coming from the man who decided to marry a complete stranger and announced him as his wife without consulting he
