Seeing the Old Snow Again — Novel

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In a world where love can be as cold as the snow that blankets the Aniston estate, one woman's struggle for survival takes a dark turn. After sacrificing everything to marry into the notorious Aniston family, Snow finds herself ensnared in a web of cruelty and deception. Cassian, her handsome yet reckless husband, offers her shelter but treats her as little more than a toy, while his family’s disdain looms ominously over her every move. Can she endure the humiliation and betrayal that come with being the playboy’s wife?

As Snow navigates a house filled with secrets and treachery, she grapples with her feelings for Cassian, who seems to have a heart for every woman but her. When a scheming maid arrives to take her place, the stakes grow even higher. Will Snow uncover the truth behind the lies that threaten to consume her? And as she fights to reclaim her dignity, can she find a way to warm the icy walls of a love that feels more like a prison?

In this gripping tale of resilience and heartache, Snow must confront not only the enemies around her but also the demons within. Will she find the strength to break free from the chains of her past, or will the old snow bury her forever?

Seeing the Old Snow AgainChapter 1

I sold myself to bury my father, and in return, Kingston's playboy, Cassian Aniston, took me into his home.

He offered me a refuge, but it came at a price—one filled with humiliation.

"You're nothing more than my plaything," he often taunted, his tone dripping with disdain.

And all the while, his beloved schemed to see me dead.

It was a dangerous game—one where two dogs strived for a bone, and a third ran away with it.

A month ago, I married into the Aniston family. There was no lavish wedding feast, just a place to call home, but it was an act of kindness I'd never forget.

Starving and freezing, with both my parents gone, I sold myself to bury my father.

Thankfully, Cassian came to my rescue, saving me from the cold streets.

But this grand manor was quite different from what I imagined. The flowers and plants were well-kept, frost and snow covering them.

Yet, there was a lack of warmth here. It was rare for the family to dine together, all because of Cassian's reputation as a playboy.

I'd heard the servants whisper about it. The most dissolute son in Kingston belonged to the Marquis' only child—Cassian.