~FABIOLA~
"MISTRESS."
The word echoes in the cool study, stilling every living, breathing thing, including me.
I turn to see a tall blonde woman glaring daggers at me. It makes sense now; she’s the mother of the green-eyed brat who insulted me earlier.
What doesn't make sense is Maximus II claiming me as his mistress.
. “Leave us. I'd like to have a word with my husband.” The woman, Francisca says, shifting her glare upward, dismissing me as if I’m trash
“Stay right where you are, Miss Vance,” Maximus II counters from behind. “She can have a word with both of us.”
“I said leave!”
“Stay!”
Francisca’s lips curl, pinning me with a burning look. “Are you deaf or just shameless? Leave us, hooker.”
If she’s calling me a hooker, she really needs to look in the mirror. Regardless of th
