The weekend had arrived once more, and Ana was in full swing, relentlessly grilling Cleopatra about why she had splurged on an entire set of beauty products. Her barrage of questions, sharp and unyielding, came to an abrupt halt the moment the door swung open. Mrs. Rosetta stepped inside, her presence commanding enough to silence the room instantly.
Mrs. Rosetta’s gaze softened, pity flickering in her eyes as they landed on Cleopatra. She hesitated for a heartbeat, the silence stretching just long enough to make the moment heavy. Then, her voice broke through gentle, almost hesitant. “Mr. Anthony is here.”
Cleopatra understood immediately the weight of those words. She had been claimed exclusively by Anthony, forced, branded, and reduced to a possession in a past life but she was no long
