SARAH'S POV
When I used to serve Irene, sometimes I would walk into her plush bedroom and wish I had at least half of what she had.
I spent a night in a magnificent bedroom, almost as good as Irene's, but I feel lost instead of ecstatic. This doesn't feel like home. Irene was happy in the house the Prince built for her because she knew he did it out of true love.
He was sweet to her all the time, always buying her presents and employing servants to serve her.
He made her feel accepted, never once threatened her. I can never feel the way she felt, because the Angel Prince is simply forcing himself to love me because I turned out to be his mate. All he and his parents probably want are kids, because he can't have them without me.
I would rather have been mated to a poor man who would
