Alice’s P.O.V.

I shut the door of my room, feeling the weight of conflicting emotions. The tears stream down my face, fueled by frustration, longing, and the pain of internal wounds.

Why? Why do I desire a man like Alexander in my life, someone who always humiliates me? Why do I still have feelings for him even though he can’t reciprocate the same way?

“Don’t forget, you’re still a maid here and I’m your boss.” As his harsh words echo in my ears, I squeeze my eyes shut and a sob escapes from my mouth.

He wants to know why I want a physical relationship with him, but how can...