"I believe my destiny is... you," Eloise breathed out, making her heart pound against her ribcage and Maria's eyes widen with childlike excitement. "You, Maria Sharpe, are what I want. You are like a forbidden fruit. Not to be touched, not to be looked at, not even to be thought of, but just one bite, and you had me. I was your's from the moment we met, and I believe I will never be anyone else's."
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