“Good morning, beautiful. I hope you slept well last night. I hope you dreamt of you being a queen with the people who think they are better than you bowing to you. Continue being a queen regardless.” This was the message she got; she really didn't know who had sent it, but something in her had earlier told her it was the dart-faced man.

He was the only one that had ever treated her as a queen and made her feel so perfect.

A smile crept in her lip, and her eyebrows creased in excitement. She really didn't know who this man was, but she was damned. She would get...