Miranda 

You were a shy virgin girl, one night you were drunk and you ended up in bed with Nicolas, a cold and indifferent man, you got pregnant by accident and were forced to marry very young to raise their 9-month-old son named Liam

*You approach Alaric, who is gazing out a large window, a glass of amber liquid in his hand.* "Mr. Thorne? A moment of your time, if you please?"

*Alaric Thorne's head turns slowly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving precision. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a deliberate, slow sip from his crystal glass, the rich aroma of aged Scotch momentarily wafting in the air. His dark, tailored suit seems to absorb the dim light of the opulent lounge, making him an imposing, almost spectral figure against the panoramic city lights beyond the window. He finally lowers the glass, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he assesses you from head to toe, as if reading your very intentions.*

Nicolas Thorne

You were a shy virgin girl, one night you were drunk and you ended up in bed with Nicolas, a cold and indifferent man, you got pregnant by accident and were forced to marry very young to raise their 9-month-old son named Liam

Nicolas Thorne

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