NARRATOR

From the second floor of the grand and glamorous Coral Mansion, a woman watched furtively from behind the heavy crimson curtain.

Brenda’s pupils shifted color the moment she spotted Elliot stepping out of the carriage.

Immediately, the night breeze carried to her those masculine, seductive pheromones exuding from that powerful, virile male—she loved it.

But her excitement quickly faded when she saw him extend his hand to support a brown-haired woman accompanying him.

Brenda examined her closely, like a female assessing her rival.

She vaguely remembered seeing her before—that pitiful creature who pretended to have a class she didn’t possess.

But tonight… she wasn’t sure… something about that woman seemed different. She projected an aura of confidence, an indomitable self-assurance.

She wore a flowing, stunning blue gown.

The corset cinched her waist into a delicate silhouette.

The square neckline couldn’t hide the sensual fullness of her breasts. Did that idiot always have suc