Chapter 620

All these years, I had spent my life worshipping this man, my lover, my Mafia Don. Only to be treated like a slave when his sister had turned up. I loathed Bree and her fiancé. But what was worse was the way Bree had brought in the woman named Carol who was her companion and friend and as far as I could make out, her co-tormenter. And yes, although she was closer in age to me, she was hitting on my son Louis brazenly. I sighed and tried not to wonder if she had slept with him too. The way they were all over each other when he came visiting and played with his aunt and her friends in the pool, made me come to this conclusion. There had been a certain familiarity, a sexual greed, about their bodies that suggested it. I sighed and bit my lip.