“Help you?” Leonard let out a mocking laugh. “You’re nothing more than a plaything for him—a little amusement when he’s bored.
All this so-called ‘help’ you think you’re getting? It’s just a few well-chosen words for him. That’s all it’s ever been.
Rachel, you seriously overestimate yourself.
He knew you were a fraud from the very beginning.”
Leonard and Joshua were cut from the same cloth—when it came to manipulating people, Leonard could write the rulebook.
Rachel was never much of a liar. She could fool Simone and Aurora, perhaps, but trying to deceive men like them—men who’d clawed their way out of hell—was laughable.
Leonard looked down at Rachel, his gaze cold and superior. “Tell me, Rachel, did it ever occur to you that a man as ruthless as Joshua wouldn’t fall hopelessly in love with you just because you played a pretty tune?
If he were really that easy to handle, do you think you’d have ended up like this?”
The truth was becoming crystal clear to Leonard.
All that talk about “the one that got away” or “seeking redemption”—it was nothing more than a story Joshua spun for his own amusement.
Only Rachel and Simone would ever buy into something that naive.
No one—absolutely no one—would make a fantasy of a woman they’d never even seen. What if she turned out to be plain, or horribly ugly, or even older than his own mother? Would he just live with that? Not worry about waking up to nightmares?
Joshua called Aurora his “guiding star” because they’d actually talked; she’d encouraged him, offered him genuine comfort.
But what had that violinist ever done?
Saved his life? Stepped in to help him? No—she’d just played a song in the garden, nothing more.
If Joshua had at least seen her face, maybe you could call it love at first sight. But all he ever saw was her back, all he ever heard was a melody.
And yet Rachel honestly believed that a single song and a fleeting silhouette were enough to ensnare someone like Joshua.
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