Tiana
The house was quiet. Eva had left ages ago for her monthly book club, chattering all the way out the door about romance novels and tea cakes. Anthonio was somewhere in his study or the gym or wherever he vanished to when he wasn’t making my life complicated.
I was alone, finally, and that was exactly how I needed it.
I dragged the small table from the corner over to the bed, set up the ring light dead centre.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and tapped straight to the familiar app—OnlyFans. My fingers hovered over the icon for a second. I needed the money. Eighty thousand dollars of debt didn’t just disappear because I moved into a fancy mansion.
“Okay, focus,” I muttered to myself, yanking open the drawer at my bedside and pulling out the set I’d picked out earlier: delica
