Gabriela Perez was an angry woman.

She knew she had lost Lucien Delano years ago when he had made it clear that she was just a body to pleasure him; his heart was firmly anchored with his wife, the young woman who had by now, borne him ten children.

Her lips twisted in disgust.

Ten children. The woman was nothing more than a blody rabbit!

But the knowledge that Proserpina Delano was still beautiful, still artlessly alluring, made her want to wring the woman’s neck. ...