Cassandra crossed her legs on the leather chair in Nathaniel’s mansion, sipping wine like a queen. The air around her smelled of victory. The maids she had insulted earlier moved like shadows, afraid to breathe near her.
She smirked, twirling the glass in her hand. “Finally… this house feels like mine.”
Just then, her phone buzzed. The name flashing on the screen made her lips curl wider. It was her closest friend, Vanessa — the only one who knew her real heart.
Cassandra picked the call. “Vanessa, darling! Guess where I am right now?”
Vanessa’s playful voice came through the line. “I know. You’re in the mansion, aren’t you? Living like the madam you always wanted to be.”
Cassandra laughed. “More than that. Nathaniel is completely in my hand. He believes everything I say. So
