Part 1
My fiancée introduced me as just a friend. He had no idea I came from a royal family.
Rosie thought Julian was the one. Six months of perfect dates, late-night talks, and a proposal that made her cry happy tears in the Boston Public Garden.
He promised her forever. He told her she was his world.
But tonight, standing inside his parents’ grand mansion, she learned the truth about the man she had almost agreed to marry. When his mother asked who she was, Julian froze.
The words that came out of his mouth shattered everything.
“This is Rosie,” he said, “a friend from the city.”
A friend.
Not his fiancée. Not the woman wearing his ring. Just a friend.
She sat through that dinner with a smile on her face while his parents discussed the woman they had chosen for him, Clarissa Ashworth of the hedge fund dynasty.
They talked about Clarissa as if Rosie were invisible. And Julian—Julian laughed along with their jokes about her simple life.
What none of them knew was that Rosie was not who they thought she was. Not even close.
Have you ever been hidden by someone who claimed to love you?
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Seven days before the disaster, Julian had taken Rosie to the Boston Public Garden at sunset.
The air smelled like autumn leaves and possibility. He led her to the bridge overlooking the swan boats, the same place where they had shared their first real conversation six months earlier.
“Rosie Fairmont,” he said, dropping to one knee. His hands trembled as he opened the velvet box.
“You’ve made me believe in the kind of love I thought only existed in movies. You see the best in everyone. You make the world brighter just by being in it, and I can’t imagine spending a single day without you.”
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