Ms. Dalrymple's rage was a force to be reckoned with. As Jean and Marcus were dragged before her right after the last guest had left the ball. As their bound forms struggled against the security guards' firm grip, she took in their disheveled appearances with a cold, calculated gaze. "You dare to defy me?" she hissed, her voice cracking like a whip. "You, my pet, my creation, and you, a mere trifle brought here to enterta...

It all began on a fateful afternoon in a quaint café in the heart of Paris. Ms. Theresia Dalrymple, a woman of indomitable will and insatiable desires, sat sipping her tea, her eyes scanning the room with the precision of a hawk seeking its prey. Ms. Dalrymple was a woman who drew the eye of every person she passed, not only because of her striking physical appearance but also due to the palpable aura of power and dominan...