Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne
| Chapter 254
Weak to Strong/Poor to Rich
She felt his hot breath caress against the back of her neck when he whispered behind her, she moved too slow to prevent the man from forcing her to the grass beneath them.
“My… mate!” He shouted as he straddled her against the cold ground, the darkness blinded her from his identity.
His grip was strong and rough as he pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand, she could smell the alcohol on his breath when he whispered the word over and over against her ear.
“I don’t—“ Doris gasped when he ripped her maids’ uniform off with little to no effort, leaving her almost bare in her undergarments.