The In-Law Mistress
It seemed they were out in the kitchen or the main corridor.
Julian’s voice sounded entirely detached, cold, and formal as usual, while Victoria whined coyly, recounting her failed travel plans from the night before.
Elena pulled the heavy duvet over her bare shoulders, curling her knees to her chest as a chaotic storm of emotions swirled within her. Julian is an absolute lunatic, she cursed silently.
The man was a cold-blooded psychopath. How could he possibly act as though absolutely nothing had happened out there, while his mistress remained locked away in a secret room inside his own penthouse?