The Golden Lord — Miranda Jarrett

Her life was a lie...but their passion spoke the truth. A life of deceit...On the surface, Jenny Dell appeared the model lady, but nothing could have been further from the truth. For her, every word and every act as was a deception. Until she met Brant Claremont, the Duke of Strachen, and learned firsthand about loved based on a lie. 'No matter how much any one of us pretends to be someone else, in the end we always are what we are.' 'Ahh.' For whatever reason, Brant relaxed. 'Then you are a fatalist? You believe that we can never change from what we're born? That our destiny remains always the same, with no hope of growth or improvement? 'No, no, no! It's not so complicated as that, Your Grace. I only meant that no matter how many changes you may make for the world to see, you are still at heart, or in your soul. the same creature you were born. That's what I know,' Jenny said with conviction. She did believe it. How could she not, when so much of her life was unabashed deception? If she didn't believe in herself independent of whatever new identity she'd concocted, why, then, she'd have nothing at all.