"You're my assistant," His lips hovered dangerously close to my right earlobe. "I expect you to obey me, or you'll be disposed of!" Those words ripped through my chest like a knife tearing through meat. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Set in the year 1895 Olivia Anne has always despised the rich. She says they're like knights prancing around in shiny suits of armor with money as their weapons instead of swords, while the rest of the world rots. All it takes is one man to prove her right. Or could she be entirely wrong? ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ©️ Copyright ©️ All rights reserved ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ You do not have permission to copy anything from this book and its contents. You do not have permission to translate this book or any of my other books. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Unedited version ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ This book has nothing to do with RobThier's Silence and Storm series, nor did I copy his idea.