Ring, ring, ring...

Timothy's phone rang. It was his father.

Adjusting his expression, he answered while walking toward his car. "Dad."

"Timothy, what's going on? Any progress?"

Mr. Labbe was still in Carrie's room, but he had stepped onto the balcony to make the call. Inside, Carrie lay fast asleep, her brows furrowed in discomfort.

She had barely gotten any rest last night. Mr. Labbe had kept her up for hours, showing no mercy.

She had begged him to stop, but he ignored her pleas, even forcing her to take some pills that left her barely conscious.

Carrie cursed him in her mind before drifting into uneasy sleep. She knew full well that to him, she was nothing more than a mistress-a tool for his pleasure. If she had been his wife, he wouldn't have treated her this way.

of replacing Mrs. Labbe, of becoming the real lady of the house. Now, she had no such

didn't even want revenge on Serenity anymore. She just wanted to

was too late. She had boarded his ship, and

even gotten involved willingly-he had forced her

crack. Honestly, I should've gone for Ainhoa Ormond instead. She just stepped into

world. She's young, inexperienced-easier

had been chasing her for

had heard this, would have laughed

her? Because she was young and

was

be wary of outsiders. Even their youngest sibling, who hadn't

Especially around men.

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