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In the city of love, beneath a sky painted in gold and light, Irina and Céleste stand on a rooftop overlooking the glowing skyline of Paris. Years of power, loyalty, and devotion have shaped them into something unbreakable - or so they believe. And when they ask Eleanor to bind her life to theirs, it feels like the beginning of forever.
But forever was never simple for women like them.
Before the empire.
Before the vows.
Before Eleanor.
There was a first look.
A first argument.
A first moment where control slipped and something far more dangerous took its place.
Love built their foundation. Power crowned them. Secrets protected them.
Until the past begins to whisper.
A message.
A threat.
A truth buried in blood.
As lies unravel and old wounds reopen, the marriage that once felt untouchable begins to fracture. Eleanor is left questioning everything. Irina feels betrayed in the deepest way. And Céleste must face the cost of choosing love over truth.
When secrets are exposed and hearts are pushed to their breaking point, will love be enough to bind them again-
They have always been bound by love.
But when secrets unravel, will that bond survive-
Or was it never as unbreakable as they believed?
BOUND BY LOVE AND SECRETS
A Legacy Sequel to Pretty When She Listens........
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