Chapter 80. His Mistress

As I stirred from my slumber, a heaviness lingered in my limbs, dragging me back into consciousness.

Blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains, I surveyed the room, recognition dawning slowly. I was back in the familiar confines of the room I had woken up in earlier, surrounded by boxes packed with my belongings from the Black mansion.

How I had gotten here, I couldn’t tell, as the last thing I remembered was falling asleep in the car. Maybe the guard had brought me up here, but I thought I could say it was Lucas himself.

Lucas would be too angry if another man touched me, so it had to be him. I didn’t know what to say about that—at least he cared about me.

With a groan, I pushed myself up from the bed, the weight of exhaustion clinging to me like a suffocating blanket. Glancing at the clock on the wall, its han