He Gave My Throne to the Woman I Saved.

I fell asleep in Andrew Moretti's office at the Moretti family's headquarters.

When I woke up, I found several large words stamped across my cheek.

[MORETTI PORKHOUSE: GRADE A]

Hazel, Andrew's young secretary, stood beside the desk with an inspection stamp in her hand, smiling at me with open contempt.

"A spoiled little heiress like you should stay at the estate and look pretty," she said. "The Family has real business to handle. Stop coming here and getting in everyone's way."

I picked up the porcelain cup on the desk and smashed it against the floor.

Shards flew toward Hazel.