Gwen
The woman, Mrs. Eleanor Voss, immediately dropped to her knees in front of me, tears streaming down her face.
“Please, Your Highness… I’m sorry! I didn’t want it to be this way,” she sobbed. “My husband… he hasn’t touched me in over a year. He doesn’t give me what I need anymore. I found out I could pay for it… and Cedric… he’s capable. Very capable. I asked him if he was interested, and he agreed. I knew he would. He’s just a pauper who needs money for his sister’s hospital bills. This was supposed to be the first time only, I swear!”
I blinked slowly, trying to process everything she had just spilled while crying pathetically at my feet. A strange mix of disgust, satisfaction, and dark curiosity swirled inside me.
I walked around the desk and sat down in her luxurious leather ch
