She Is The Queen

tions like this. She was a ruthless billionaire, known for her cunning busine

en invited to a house party by a acquaintance, and

alized that maybe she had made a mistake. She had dru

iet place to collect herself. But as she reached the

against hers. Quinn's eyes flew open, and she tried

the moment intensified, the realization hit her, and a wave of apprehension swept over her. What would t

into the guest room. She slammed the door shut b

d? She didn't even kn

alm herself down. She looked around the ro

the curtain to welcome in some fresh air. Gazing out into the nig

they found out about her drunken escapade

er pocket, and she retrieved it, gla

You're supposed to be a

en about the meeting. She quickly typed out a respo

a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair

self. She would get through this. She would for

she caught a glimpse of the person she had kissed. He was sta

a feeling that this was not

emanded, trying to k

g out his hand. "I'm A

g to make her way down the sta

night air, Quinn couldn't shake the feeling that her li

on his face. He had no idea who Quinn was, but

lp but feel a sense of excitement. He had a feeling that

underestimated. With an indomitable spirit and unwavering determination, sh

lay in her spacious bedroom, surrounded by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, Quinn found it impossible to shake the unsettling sensation that fate