PROLOGUE

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In the shadowed corridors of Whitmore Manor, where the silence of impending fate hung heavy, Isabella Whitmore stood before a gilded mirror. Her reflection, framed by the opulent decor of a bygone era, seemed distant, a specter of the life she was about to surrender. The grand estate, a symbol of her family's legacy, was now a cage forged by duty and tradition.

Her father's illness had decreed that she must marry Lord Edward Hawthorne, an aristocrat whose reputation for cold detachment was the subject of countless whispered conversations. Isabella's heart rebelled at the thought, each beat a defiant echo against the chains of convention. The match, made in desperation, was to secure her family's future, but at the cost of her own dreams and desires.

As she gazed into the mirror, she saw not just her reflection but a glimpse of a future veiled in uncertainty. The path ahead was shrouded in the fog of societal expectations and unspoken grievances, yet beneath that fog lay the promise of a transformation neither she nor Edward could anticipate.

In the dim light of the candlelit room, Isabella braced herself. The storm of their impending union would test them both, forging a journey from enmity to an unexpected tenderness. What began as a clash of wills would ignite a fire neither had foreseen—a fire that would burn away their reservations and reveal the true art of turning hearts.

As the clock struck midnight, marking the final moments of her freedom, Isabella took a deep breath, ready to face the unknown. The dance of discord and desire had only just begun.

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