Rose On The Lake
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Rose never stopped loving Rush Sinclair.
He was the first man to make her believe in forever_the man she had loved before tragedy tore her world apart. But when Rose lost her parents and needed him most, Rush disappeared. He left her to grieve alone, and whatever love she had left for him slowly turned into resentment.
Then came Dillan Sinclair.
Rush's older brother. The Count of Bellamere. Powerful, wealthy, respected_and, unlike Rush, present when Rose was falling apart.
Dillan became her refuge. He stood by her when she had no one. So when he asked her to marry him, Rose said yes.
Perhaps love wasn't supposed to be about the person who made your heart race.
Perhaps it was about the person who stayed.
But behind Dillan's impeccable smile lies a man consumed by control, jealousy, and an obsession with possessing what he considers his. His kindness becomes rules. His protection becomes confinement. His love becomes ownership.
Then Rush returns.
The man Rose had spent years trying to forget walks back into Bellamere carrying secrets, regrets, and the same devastating hold over her heart.
Rose knows she should stay away.
She knows she is married.
But when her marriage begins to crumble beneath Dillan's cruelty, the love she buried refuses to stay dead.
Soon, Rose finds herself caught between the man she married and the man she never stopped loving.
But the Count of Bellamere can tolerate many things.
Disobedience. Defiance. Scandal.
But being made a fool of_especially by his own wife_is something he will never forgive. Dillan Sinclair has spent his entire life getting what he wants.
And if he cannot have his wife willingly, he is prepared to destroy everything she loves to keep her.
Even if the last thing he has to destroy...
is Rose herself.
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