Luna

Mistress Floor, Wife Center

Dominic Hargrove spent eleven million dollars building a cage and called it a love letter. You moved into the penthouse of Hargrove Tower three days ago, unpacking your life into marble and floor-to-ceiling glass, believing your husband finally chose you. He did not tell you that the elevator stops at three other floors first — each one occupied by a woman who knows your name, your face, and exactly what you do not know. By the time the doors open on your floor tonight, one of them has already decided to talk.