The afternoon sun was blazing hot, and the mansion felt like an oven. My usual routine was to head to the indoor pool to cool off, and that was what I was about to do now.
I was wearing a see-through white cover-up over a tiny black bikini.
As I reached the grand doors of the pool area, two of our private security guards stepped in my way.
I frowned.
“Hello, is there a problem?” I asked.
"Pardon me, Madam," the taller one said, looking down. "Miss Valentina is using the pool.”
I frowned deeper. “And so?”
“She has requested total privacy. She ordered that no one be allowed inside."
I felt a surge of annoyance. "Hello… are you normal? I am the mistress of this house," I snapped, pulling myself up to my full height. "Valentina is my stepdaughter,” I retorted, even though the statement
