A Ruling Passion – Chapter 1832

It had been more than a decade since she was bound to him.

Whether Mark would ever begin the spiral into domestic abuse, Arianne knew from the bottom of her heart.

Comforting Smore later, she started toward the stairs to where Mark was.

The shut door had become less of an entrance to the study, and more an impenetrable stone wall forced between the two of them, separating them, plunging them into oppressive gloom.

Downtrodden, she pushed it open. Her arrival was greeted by a pungent stench of cigarettes. It choked her so hard a fit of coughs began to seize her.