With the storm coming, no one would even think to come to the balcony because of the cold and rain. Still she banged on the door. “Help! Somebody help!”
Thunder roared and she knew there was no way anybody could hear her. The pain was slowly overtaking her body, so she slid to the floor and laid there, thinking of a way out.
With the sign there, no one would even think of coming this way. Cecelia was right. No one was coming to save her.
She didn’t know how long she stayed there, uselessly calling out for help, but soon enough, the rain started beating on her relentlessly, and she passed out.
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Oliver finally noticed Madelynn’s absence when the auction ended.
“How long has she been gone?” He asked no one in particular, his brows furrowed with concern.
Cecelia pouted, masking her features and feigning ignorance. “Oliver, maybe she was really upset about me sitting next to you instead of her? This is all my fault. If I had known she would be so upset, I would’ve just stayed back home.”
Hearing her blame herself, Oliver frowned. “You’re the princess of the Fontaine family. The rightful heir. And I care about you. You really think I should’ve let my secretary sit next to me instead of you?”