So it came to this, she thought. God only knew that she would love to be Lady Blackthorne; to wear the latest fashions, to live in his fabulous Manor, to be waited upon hand and foot by countless servants. But he had a price, a pretty steep one at that. She had to decide now if she was going to live under the conditions that he imposed, or forever give up the idea of being Lady Blackthorne and return to her miserable, miserly existence as the Lady Mackintosh, living in her little more than a cottage with a peasant girl maid.

What I do for money, she thought sadly as...