Chapter 30
Caroline's POV “Keep yelling, it changes nothing!” I shouted out the open window as I sped away from the driveway, my parents’ voices fading behind me in a mess of threats and pleas. The shattered glass from the Mercedes crunched under my tires. I didn’t look in the rearview mirror even once. The drive to Peter’s mansion felt different this time. No tears, no hesitation. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the Harrington bracelet cool against my skin. *If he wants this marriage so badly, fine. I’ll stay his wife. But I’ll make it my own kind of hell — elegant, calculated, and impossible for him to ignore.* By the time I pulled up to the grand entrance, the sun was starting to set. I walked inside without knocking, heels clicking confidently across the marble floor. Peter was in the li
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