Prologue

"I want you to be my mistress." He had spoken the words with a cold desperation. There was no poetry in his request, no politeness no declarations of love or admiration. The words stung in their vulgarity.

The answer was a simple one, but like pebbles thrown into a pool of water, its repercussions rippled far and wide.

"Yes." She replied.

And so the decision was made.

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