87 Watching Her

Viscount Sebastian Marden's private study overlooked the main road leading to the estate. He could see the luxurious black car rolling up their stone pavement, guarded by a few other cars behind it. 

His eyes narrowed upon the royal license plates, knowing the little whore of a niece had brought her lover with her. Like mother, like daughter, they used their charm to get their powerful husbands.

He watched with a lifted chin as she exited the black car. Her legs elegantly slid out, and for a split moment, he thought he saw Addison. Long blond hair like molten gold, bright green eyes that put the forests to shame, and a demure expression, he could've sworn it was Addison.

"A few days in the castle and she already forgot her etiquette," Viscount Marden hissed. He was displeased by her well-fitted black pants, tailored as if she was going to an important office meeting.