Mia
I gritted my teeth and frowned darkly as I turned away in disgust. Surely the sight of the perfect woman reminded me just how lowly and unwelcome I was in this household where Sophie was concerned. Ever since the first day I’d met her, she had given me the cold shoulder, and now that I had returned—and furthermore, was living with James as his mistress—I was treated by her as a thing of abhorrence.
I understood being a mistress to a billionaire was regarded as low taste, a profession similar to a prostitute, a vocation the majority found absolutely disgusting. I knew not only Sophie, but Ms. Lane, the cook, the two maids, as well as the gardeners and security guards who worked in this mansion were thinking along the same lines—that I was a leech, using my body to lure James into my c
