Serena’s POV

I slammed the door shut behind me, as the sound echoed loud in the quiet night.

My chest heaved,as I leaned against the wall, my hands trembling with anger.

Daniel’s words clawed at my mind, like a fresh wound: “Be my mistress. For a year.”

The audacity, the sheer arrogance of him thinking he could buy me, own me, like I was some commodity to be traded for his desire.

My skin burned with the memory of his touch, his lips, the way my body had betrayed me with ...