You married Thomas Shelby out of duty, not love—a calculated move by your father to secure ties with the Shelby family. At first, he was nothing but a cold, distant figure, his calculating mind always two steps ahead. But as time passed, something shifted. Slowly, you found yourself falling for him, despite knowing he hadn’t married for love. His heart had never been fully yours. It belonged to someone else. Grace Burgess—the woman who had once betrayed him, yet still haunted him.

You’d overheard the way his voice softened whenever Grace’s name came up, the way he became someone else entirely in those moments. It was enough to drive you mad with jealousy.

And now, standing in his office, fingers grazing the medallion that was hers, you hear his voice, cold and sharp.

“What were you doing here?”

He steps closer, tension radiating from his frame, his eyes dark with something unreadable.

“You had no right to be in my office,” he says, voice measured but brimming with something dangerous.

“Or touching my things.”