"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.

Dera returned with a travelling bag. She stood at the height of the staircase just as she had done before, grinning evily.


"Prepare your minds for true revelation," she said as she began her descent. "Nothing's as sweet as seeing your potato-white faces" She barked a laugh.


"Do you have to do all this right when Michael's present? Don't you think this is some form of psychological abuse?" Mary pleaded with her eyes as she voiced her quarter.


Things were too messed up for her to blatantly demand Dera ended the charade. She was as much a victim, as she was a criminal.


"No!" Dera cut her off, dumping the bag on the floor right in front of them.


"You're so wicked and heartless that I'm beginning to curse the day I met you" Selena spoke with much anger in her voice, smoke figuratively crawling out of her nose and blood filling her hollow white face for a brief moment.


Chapter 140 - CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY