ynasty to be the secret mistress of tech mogul Julian Thorn
nded as Julian bid on my grandmother' s vintage
m me, announcing his executive assistant, Brianna, as his fiancée and sliding
n, with a devastating smirk, whispered only to me, "Don't look so sa
to be kept in a box, utterly betraying five years
se, giving me one hour before security escorted me out, m
trust, for a conventional wife and a public spectacle, acting as if
ble mistress, easily replaced and forgo
declared "We're done, Julian," and walked away, ready