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But the reality was clear. Refusing wouldn't change anything.

"Instead of serving different men, you might as well just serve me," Ben taunted. "I'll pay you more than anyone else would. How about $10,000 a month? And if you please me, I'll throw in bonuses."

His words were like needles, stabbing deeper into wounds that had already been torn open. Yet Ben showed no mercy. "Or do you think that since you borrowed this money from your sister, you can act like a shameless dog without consequence?" "No," Jamie said firmly, "I'll repay every penny. But if you want me as your mistress, I have one condition."

"Let's hear it," Ben replied, curious.

Jamie took a deep breath. "I'll be your mistress for three months. In those three months, you can do whatever you want, but once they're over, you let me go. Let me and my sister live in peace, and we never cross paths again. Can you agree to that?" This way, Mrs. Lucas would be satisfied, and Winnie wouldn't suffer further. And as for Ben, three months of venting his anger should be enough for him to finally let her go. It was a win-win, or so she thought.

you can waltz

of pain. How could three months

Jamie asked,

response was ice-cold. "Never. I'll never let

run straight into the arms of that child's father, wouldn't you? Even

Why did everyone want to use her child to threaten

don't get to call me by my name," he said harshly. "From now on, whenever you're with me, you'll call me 'Master.'