LOGIN“Where’s your fight now, wife?” Dominic's breath ghosted across my bare skin. “Let me go. I’m warning you,” I hissed, struggling against his wrist that held both my hands above my head. “Funny... Your upper and lower lips seem to be contradicting each other. I don’t know which to trust… maybe I should kiss both, see which one’s lying.” “Fuck you!” I spat—only it came out more like a moan I couldn’t control. “Yeah…” His hand tightened, holding me just enough to make my pulse pound. “Yeah… you will. You’ll beg for it.” “You'll scream it out to the world. Tell them who you belong to,” And it should’ve been a joke. A sick one. Because Dominic Cantrell wasn’t someone girls like me belonged to. He was the billionaire’s heir with a reputation that could ruin cities and rebuild them. I was a mere cleaner with a brother in debt. But when a series of mistakes; one fight, one night, one kiss; pulls us into a contract that binds me to him for 365 days, survival becomes something I have to earn… under him. The devil thinks I’m a pawn. He thinks he can own me, bend me, break me. He’s so wrong. Because I'm not one of his bimbos. I'm his Kryptonite. And one day? I’ll make the devil kneel. WARNING: Contains high R-rated explicit scenes.
View MoreVALERIE The next few days passed in a strange, muted blur.I was discharged from the hospital with a clean bill of health and a list of soft food recommendations I ignored the moment the nurse turned her back. The bruises on my wrists had faded to yellow green shadows. The ache in my shoulders from the zip ties had settled into something dull and manageable. Physically I was fine. Everything else felt like it had been hollowed out and left to echo.The manor felt larger than it ever had. Rooms that used to pulse with tension now sat quiet and cavernous. Dominic and I moved around each other like polite ghosts. We exchanged the bare minimum good morning, Hawthorne left the updated security schedule on the counter. Nothing more. No arguments. No charged silences that ended in his hands on my skin. Just the careful distance of two people who had run out of ways to hurt each other without finishing the job. The silence was heavy, but it was also the only thing keeping me from falling
ETHAN The hospital waiting room smelled like antiseptic and burnt coffee. I had been pacing the same stretch of linoleum for almost an hour, hands shoved in my pockets so no one would see them shaking. Every time the double doors to the treatment area swung open I stopped mid step, heart slamming against my ribs, only to watch a nurse walk past without looking at us. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, too bright, the kind of light that made everything look sick. Somewhere down the hall a machine beeped in a slow, relentless rhythm. I counted the steps from the vending machine to the window and back again, then started over, because if I stopped moving I was going to start remembering the warehouse the way Valerie’s face had gone slack, the zip ties cutting into her wrists, the blood on Madeline’s chest, the controller skittering across the concrete.If I hadn't been there they would all have blown up. Dominic stood near the window like a statue someone had dropped there. His
VALERIE Julian’s text had been short and almost excited.Julian: Come to the old pier warehouse district. Bay 14. I want you to see what your money is actually building. You’ll feel better once you do.I almost didn’t go. The last few days had left me raw, because honestly the past few days had me... uncomfortable. Dominic’s refusal to give me the divorce, the marks he had left on my skin that still ached when I moved the wrong way, the way he looked at me and agreed to do something only to have deceived me. I kept replaying the arguments, the moments when his control slipped into something darker, the way my body had responded even when my mind screamed that I needed out. Sleep had been fragmented. Yet the chance to see proof that Julian wasn’t gambling everything away again pulled me out of the room again. Nothing else would've but that. I needed one thing in my life to be exactly what it claimed to be. Something honest. Something I could point to and say, at least this is real.
MADELINE I had had enough of the bullshit.Enough of watching Dominic look at Valerie like she was the only woman left on the planet. Enough of being dismissed, threatened, and told I was nothing compared to her.Spoken with his hand around my throat as if the words needed physical weight to hurt harder. Enough of waiting for people to remember I was the one who had always belonged next to Dominic, the one who had shaped herself into the exact shape his life required while that bitch stumbled into it by an unfortunate one night stand and a fucking contract. If Dominic refused to see reason, then I would simply remove the reason. The solution had always been simpler than I had allowed myself to admit. Cut out the variable that distorted everything else, and the equation returned to the form I had spent years perfecting.Ethan was the softest target left.I found him at the small café he still used when he wanted to pretend he lived a normal life, the kind of place with mismatched cha
VALARIEThere it was. I exhaled slowly, nodding once even though my chest felt tight again. “I know.”“Good,” he said quickly, like that settled everything. “Then help me out a little.” I straightened slightly. “First of all, you need to promise me something.”He blinked. “What?”“No gambling,” I s
DOMINIC I watched as Valerie stilled, just for a second, and I saw it, the flicker of something softer behind all that fire she carried around like armor.But then it was gone, replaced with that same stubborn spark I had come to expect from her, and her hand moved, slowly caressing, trailing down
VALERIEI hate him.God, I hate him.I didn't even know it was possible to hate a person this fast, this hard, this deep, but there it was, crawling under my skin, spreading with every breath I took inside that damn car, sitting across from a man who had managed to ruin my life in less than twenty-
VALERIEBy the time I got to the police station, my brain was on full crashout mode. I slammed through the front doors like I owned the place, shoes squeaking against the tiled floor as my eyes searched faces, uniforms, counters, anything."I'm here for Julian Locke," I said breathlessly to the of


















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