What she realized was that though they craved her body, shell latch onto the position of a noble wife with her status as an illegitimate child haunting her.

Though men praised her for her beauty endlessly,mouthingswords of love, they were only willing to give her the position of mistress and nothing more. She had nothing, no noble family backing her nor riches. Her position meant that shed be thrown away soon as she ages and loses her beauty.

It was why she sought so desperately to gain the title of a viscounts wife. And now, she was a mistress to a count. She thought shed be satisfied with this success, content with it. Had she not chanced a glimpse of the kings face while visiting the grave of her father, perhaps this thought would have remained the same.

Haaa!

As she shook her body while riding the count, she let out a loud, pleasurable moan. The counts plain face in front of her soon turned to a handsome face with black hair. He smiled at her, purple eyes looking at her affectionately. She felt her sense of ecstasy rise dramatically.

Hnngh!

She didnt care that her sounds of moaning leaked out through the door. Even if the counts wife heard her, she cared not for she sought to see the tortured face of the smug womans face acting all high-class.

Leticia saw the counts wife as having everything she wanted money, title, heritage, all which Leticia vied for.

His wife was akin to a pig wearing a pearl necklace. For an ugly and idiotic woman to be the counts wife and for a plain and unremarkable woman to become queen

I hear that His Majesty cares so much for Her Majesty. Look, even now, his eyes are only set towards her.

Wherever she went, she only heard stories of the king and queen.

It was the same on the hunting grounds, which she had much trouble entering. All the many whispers were of those around her that spoke of the king, of how hes eyes were meant only forher. Hed always look towards her whenever the chance found itself and then hed smile seeing her smile. But whenever she furrowed her willowy brows in deep thought, hed do the same as well.

Leticias insides felt like they were twisting in a knot as she watched them. They were born of the same father, yet why do they live different lives? Why wasRihannanmade queen and she, Leticia, a mistress, a wife of an old viscount?

When Leticia was young and lived in an orphanage, her father suddenly came and picked her up in a grand carriage. She didnt think her future would suddenly change seeing him, she didnt have much hope.

But

When he said hell bring her out of the orphanage and take her with him she began to have hope.

WatchingRihannanwith glaring eyes during the hunting grounds made her remember the time that hope had been pulled out. Therefore, the golden opportunity presented itself, she didnt let it pass and pushedRihannaninto the lake.

Not an ounce of guilt was felt.

It was all because of that woman.

She was the reason Leticias life turned into a bundle of mess. It was becauseRihannankicked her out.

Had Leticia lived as the daughter of a count in that big mansion, perhaps it would be her whod become queen.

Nngh!

As rising pleasure filled up her tight inside, she was suddenly pushed off by the count who was about to climax.

As she fell into the floor, he grabbed her hair, and pushed his member inside her mouth and shot out white fluids.

Gritting her teeth, Leticia swallowed the counts seed.

Hed always finish like this. It was a way for him to make sure shed not have a chance to become pregnant with his baby, and the thought of whether shed been fully satisfied never crossed his mind.

That greedy son of a b*tch.

Leticia held back the words from escaping her mouth, then spat out his male that had shriveled up to a tiny sized.

Gasping heavily, the count caressed her cheek with the back of his hand as if congratulating a pet for a job well done.

Have you thought about the proposal that I gave last time? Leticia said.