Lair of the Beast

Monica sluggishly walked into Marcus’s mansion, her grip on the chains of her Chanel handbag as her heart thumped even faster than before. Coming here always gave her the creeps and no matter how many times she had been here, she could never get used to it.

“This way, madam. Sir Marcus is waiting for you.” Ruth, the nanny uttered at the entrance of the house after opening the door, and Monica