"Why can't you come back?" He sniffed, eyes red and blazing with love, and pangs of guilt gnawing on my chest. "My heart beats only for you," he continued, knees propped hard on the floor and head slightly bent. I felt like the devil himself as I watched tears flow uncontrollably from his eyes.
He would not understand, would he? I bit my lips nervously wishing there was something I could do to console him.
"Your sight alone quenches my thirst and hunger. Come back to me and I'll accommodate both you and your daughter," he broke into a weak sob "Come back to me, lest I die," he breathed heavily, holding his chest as he voiced the words and my heart sliced into shreds.
"Oh, Edward!" My rehearsed self-control slipped from its firm stand. "I want nothing more but to stand in your arms forever," my voice vibrated with a brewing sob. "But I'm no more the girl you used to love, I'm now a Prostitute!"


Orphaned Roxanne, manages to land a job as a cleaner in a very prestigious company after four years of waiting helplessly. 
But this job comes with many tasking responsibilities that keep her forever on her toes. One of them being the fact that she has to keep herself from drowning in the grumpy CEO's lusty bed
However, withholding herself from falling into lusty temptation isn't the only struggle she has to face, as she is doomed to find out that the secret of her birth family has been lying beneath her nose, that her moral self-control against lust has slipped out of place and given way to a seed that has zero chance of knowing a father and that there is dangerous killer who would not rest until she has been reduced to ashes.

"Are you sure you didn't smoke something before leaving your house this morning? I can surely smell some toxic odor emanating from your brain." Tarella said, wondering just how deep her mental instability was. Or did she sniff something? Like the drug addicts? She was beginning to suspect that Roxanne's problem had gone beyond memory loss for she had begun to spurt nonsense as if her brain were to be in her anus.


Roxanne shook her head. She was sure of what she was saying. She had never been more sure "I remember taking a poisoned drink from this table and gulping it down at once. I could never mistake such a thing. The chiming is just as accurate as any. The noisy clocks are just the same. They were chattering while I gulped down the poisoned drink. As a result of the poison, I vomited in the cleaning room, on Edward's shoes. Everything's so sharp in my brain. I'm not insane!" She said, feeling more out of the world than in reality.


Chapter 65 - CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE