Lily sat on the sofa in the grand hall, her mind swirling with frustration and resentment. The rich aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air as the maid replaced her cup for the umpteenth time. Lily shifted her position, the plush cushions beneath her doing little to ease her growing discomfort.
At first, she believed Ethan to be nothing more than a wealthy playboy, a spoiled son of a rich family. But as she delved deeper into his background, the true extent of his power and influence became alarmingly clear. Had she known the truth from the start, she would have never agreed to his sordid proposal of an "equal exchange."
To become his mistress...
It was a trap, cunningly laid for her to stumble into. Like a skilled fisherman, he had baited the hook and reeled her in with expert precision, while she, in her naivety, had taken the bait all too willingly.
A devious, calculating man.
