There was no escape from this place. There was no want of anything, but there was the dearth of only thing she desired. She had come to this place and this job along with the position as his Mistress of her own accord but now, no more. This was nothing more than a gilded cage and Zenith could understand very well. She had considered that there would be love in this relationship when she was starting it and she had been so caught up in the s****l fury that she had not even paused to think one single moment that what it was actually doing this to her.
Love.
How could she had fallen in love with this man who was so utterly selfish? She had made a mistake which would gradually finish her, and she would die piece by piece every single day but he would never even see that.
The only thing tha
