What I saw made my breath catch in my throat.
Two bodies were tangled together on the desk, their forms barely distinguishable against the dark wood.
Vivian’s slender body was a sharp contrast to the desk. She bit her lips, her face flushed with passion, her long nails digging into Marcus' back.
"Stop," he murmured, his voice low, but his body didn’t stop moving.
Vivian buried her head in his neck, her voice thick with tears and something darker. "Uncle Marcus, I am your legitimate little wife..."
"Shut up. Don’t wake her up," Marcus growled, his words a mix of command and desperation.
Marcus.
You deceived me.
Eight years ago, I came into this world, depending on him for everything.
Marcus fought for me. He took a brick to the head to protect me. He would cancel important meetings just to celebrate my birthday. He remembered every little detail—my preferences, my moods, even my menstrual cycle.
The office staff used to joke that the president was a love-struck fool.
I had come here for a reason, to save him. To help the poor boy become the king of this world.
My mission was completed five years ago. But for him, I chose to stay in this world.