Celine's POV
I won't be bullied! I won't be their minion!
Kelvin's hand is still in my hair, the piercing pain I feel in my scalp feels like every strand of my hair will fall off.
Desperate to reduce the agonizing pain, I hold the part close to his hand, and my second hand, grips his, forcing it down to reduce the pressure.
The dazzling stranger is now beside Kelvin, and he shamelessly slips a hand around her waist, lifting her dress up some more and giving almost all of her bare thighs.
She smells classy, and I don't have to be told that she is his mistress, and maybe the daughter of one of his father's billionaire friends.
"She does look like a leach, my poor baby," her hands cup Kelvin's cheek and toy with his beard.
Me, a leach?! Who the heck is she to come to my home and
