Chapter 6 - Holding His Daughters Close Against The Cold World
The heavy oak doors of the grand ballroom swung open, allowing the cold autumn breeze to sweep inside.
Harrison carried his daughters down the long center aisle, walking past rows of gaping, speechless socialites.
Mila looked up with big, watery brown eyes, her tiny fingers clutching the lapel of Harrison’s custom jacket.
“Are we going back to the dark room, Daddy?” Mila whispered timidly into his chest.
Harrison’s heart shattered into a million sharp pieces at the innocent, terrifying question.
“Never again, Mila. Nobody will ever lock you away again as long as I draw breath,” he promised fiercely.
He reached the waiting black Maybach parked outside under the porte-cochère, sliding into the backseat.
His personal driver, old Thomas, looked back through the partition with tears glistening in his eyes.
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“Take us home, Thomas... the real home,” Harrison instructed, pulling a soft cashmere blanket over the sleeping baby.
The luxury sedan pulled away from the curb, leaving the ruined million-dollar wedding far behind in the rearview mirror.
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