＊ This chapter is dedicated to MCreader. Thanks for voting!＊ ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ VAL It was the longest weekend of my life. Going through the letters, most of the men who weren’t married, wished to spend time with me. I knew their real intention wasn’t pure and all they wanted was to marry the Alpha and Mafia King’s daughter to gain more territory and power. I couldn’t care less about their goals as I didn’t wish to entertain them. However, there were three people who intrigued me the most: Soren Wilkins, the mysterious E.A., and Darren Wilcock. The last was a rather unfamiliar name and even after searching his name online, I wasn’t able to find anything. Not even one social media profile. His gift was rather intriguing too. It was Tiffany’s headpiece with thorns which reminded me of what Jesus had worn when he was wrongly convicted. Don’t get me wrong, the headpiece was intricately beautiful but it did make me wonder if there was a double meaning to it although there was nothing extraordina

VAL My room was exactly like it’d looked five years ago. The omega who worked here must have diligently changed the bedsheet and cleaned the room because there was no dust or dirt here. “Shall I bring you a fresh pot of tea?” asked Quinn once she’d finished making the bed. “Yes, please. Thank you, Quinn.” A few minutes later, she came back and placed the tray on the table. She poured the tea into an empty cup and then added a splash of milk before handing the cup with its saucer to me. “Grab one for yourself, Quinn,” I informed her and watched her eyes widen. “Thank you, Milady, but I know my place,” she replied like a true omega. I put my tea back on the table and grabbed the pot of tea and poured it into an empty cup. “How’d you like your tea, Quinn?” Upon realizing that I was fixing a cup of tea for her, Quinn rushed to kneel beside my sofa. “Milady, you shouldn’t. I should be the one doing things for you, not the other way around. This is not right.” Carefully I set

＊ This chapter is dedicated to Rhonda. Thanks for voting!＊ ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ VAL My hope was soon depleted into zero the next day when I returned to the mansion and a new maid that I wasn’t familiar with had come into my room in the morning. “Good morning, Milady,” she greeted me. She looked a little surprised to see me already wide awake and sitting on my bed. I couldn’t sleep last night as I couldn’t wait to be alone with Quinn. The only time we’d be alone was in the morning. Clearly, I should’ve tried finding her last night. “I’m sorry, who are you?” I asked as I swung my legs to the side of my bed and got up. “Where’s Quinn?” I softly muttered as I approached her. The girl was opening the curtains and her hands stopped. She looked over her shoulder and gave me a pleading look as if telling me not to ask her any more questions. She remained like that for a few more seconds before she turned back to her task. When she finally opened her mouth, her tone was casual and in no way answere