Chapter 57

Zoe felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation.

Mason made her feel like nothing more than a woman for his amusement despite carrying the title of Mrs. Lockwood. From the past until now, he hadn't shown her an ounce of respect. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a cheap plaything akin to a prostitute.

Within the media room echoed Zoe's pitiful pleas and Mason's satisfied breaths. It had been a long time since he felt this comfortable.

Mason lowered his head to look at Zoe. Unable to see her face, he grew dissatisfied, pulling her black hair gently to the side to kiss her.

Zoe, lost in his grasp, held a fruit knife she had found during the struggle.

Feeling desolate, feeling absurd, she knew that leaving this room meant returning to her former life as the seemingly respectable but utterly submissive Mrs. Lockwood. Mason might confine her at home, turning her into a woman hidden from society.

Zoe didn't want that.

She didn't want to return to the past. She didn't want Mia to go