Chapter 218 All The King's Horses
- Proserpina sat up in bed. Her body ached, particularly her womanhood, sore from the battering by her Mafia Don.
- Camille had come to check on her when she had not come down to supervise breakfast. The older Argentine woman had stood, lips thinned and glared at Proserpina, who blushed and stammered,
- “I’m fine Cam, really I am…”