The day of the impregnation, Tamara was still getting used to the luxury of the penthouse that she had been given. Sure enough, it was a suite that was beyond anything that she could imagine. It was larger than the home her parents had lived in for the past seventeen years of their life—the home they had upgraded to. This was something magnificent and powerful that made her want to scream and dance, running through the entire thing and explore every room and the amazing balcony that was hers with a hot tub beckoning her to relax and sink into the simmering waters of pure comfort and relief.
But there was a sinister cloud that hung over everything in this place and she couldn’t shake the fact that she was being prostituted out to Matterhorn Group. This was the dark truth of her fortunes an
