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Or his smile

I was never meant to stay in Rose Ridge

The nights are long and cold on top of this mountain

condescending shoulders

The Heir Or his smileFor nine hundred years, the Dukes of Oxford have served three masters: the crown, our title, and our estate, Belvedere. Love? That's not in the De Vere family playbook. Passion? Reserved strictly for producing heirs. We marry for duty, bed for bloodlines, and keep our desires locked away like the family silver. As heir to the dukedom, I've perfected the art of noble restraint. My engagement to a beautiful, blue blooded ice queen has been set in stone

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