Sibella rarely voiced her fears if she had anything. That was one thing that Monty knew about her, that she rarely let her guard down. So for her to suddenly say such a thing as; "I'm scared What if someone finds out about us?" took Monty aback for a moment.

He pulled her closer to him as they laid in bed together.

"How would anyone find out about us, darling?" he asked.

"The servants. They like to talkā€¦"

"I'll pay them off."

"You can't pay them off forever." She pointed out in a matter of fact voice.

Monty shifted his position in between the sheets.

"Sibella, no one will find out about us," he told her.

"What if Lionel finds out?" she asked after a moment. She fidgeted with her wedding ring.

Monty glanced down at her. She looked frightened. Absolutely frightened. The terror was right there in her eyes.

"He won't. And if he does, I'll kill him," Monty swore. He took her hand and with one fluid motion, he took off her wedding ring and placed it on the night side table.

"That won't look suspicious," Sibella rolled over and sat up away from him.

"What are you so afraid of? Losing me or losing your reputation?" Monty started to grow irritated with her.


"I would have thought that I would have been more important than your reputation," he growled through his teeth.

She looked at him, running a hand through her hair.

"You are. But to survive, I have to maintain a reputation."

Monty nodded, conceding to her logic. She was right.

"And if someone finds out about this, then I'll be ruined," she told him.

He sighed heavily. He put out his arms and she cuddled in close to him. He rubbed circles on her shoulder.

"I won't let anyone find out about us, I promise," he whispered in her ear.

Sibella nodded. "I know you won't. I trust you."

He kissed her hard, and she smiled at him lightly.

He took her hand in his, and kissed at her neck.

"I am the luckiest man in the world," he murmured, "I have the most beautiful woman who loves me."

Sibella laughed, "You are the luckiest man in the world. You should be worshiping at my feet for even being allowed to be in my presence."

"And what should I do for being allowed to make love to you?" his breath was hot on her neck.

Sibella smirked, and moaned a little.

"Never stop making love to me," she whispered as she kissed him.