Richest Mogul

Escape was paramount, as was ensuring her own safety. Vivian didn't know if Manfred had woken up yet. The thought of him trapped under the bed, possibly gasping for air, gnawed at her.

She had no idea how long she'd been out. She could only pray he was safe and that he would find her. But would Manfred realize Sterling was behind her disappearance?

As her mind raced, the door suddenly opened.

"Has she woken up yet?"

"No, Mr. Bowman. I've been watching her this whole time, and she hasn't stirred."

Sterling narrowed his eyes. "She should be awake by now."

The two maids kept their heads down, unsure of how to respond. They had no way of knowing exactly when she would wake up.

Sterling loomed over the bed, scrutinizing Vivian.

Pretending to be asleep might fool the maids, but Sterling wouldn't be so easily deceived. Without hesitation, Vivian opened her eyes.

Their gazes met instantly.

A flicker of amusement lit Sterling's eyes. "Awake?"

Vivian sat up. Just one look at him made her skin crawl.

"From now on, you will stay here as my mistress," Sterling declared. He wasted no time and openly bestowed Vivian with a title.

None had expected

black market like her—a lowborn-had no right to stand at Sterling's side. Yet, here she was, receiving what many in the mansion would only dream

said, "I belong

had no weapon on her. If she had a dagger, she would have taken her

her rejection. Instead, he let out

be with him than with me? If word spread in

smirk was mocking, like he'd

didn't find it

glare as he leaned closer. "Do you really think you have

power. Their lives and survival were bound to the men

captivating Vivian was, if she defied

choosing silence. There was no point in arguing now. She had no weapon, no opportunity,

Sterling

preted her silence as

shifted to a

one. "Behave, andet

five

you ever

hers—he had plans

vying for

woman.

"You must be hungry."

"Go prepare a meal for