After a long and exhausting day spent on public service and political duties, Baroness Angela Dodson of Kesteven finally returned to her estate. The moment she stepped inside, she kicked off her heels with a tired sigh. The weight of responsibility had settled deep into her bones. She headed straight to the bath.
Steam curled around her curvy figure she maintained despite her age as she soaked in the scented water, letting the heat seep into her muscles. It was an alluring scene for any man to turn hard. When she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a luxurious white bathrobe and with her damp hair tied loosely, she felt a measure of comfort returning to her body.
However, the peace was short-lived.
As she entered her bedroom, her breath caught in her throat.
A woman sat silently on her bedside rocking chair, entirely cloaked in black. Her face was partially hidden beneath a veil, her presence so sudden and unsettling that it sent a jolt of fear up Angela's spine.
