Lindy Writes
Wren didn't choose these families. They chose her before she was even born.
When Wren's father vanished, he left behind a debt paid in blood, and a promise older than she is. Three men found her first, deciding Wren was theirs before she even knew their names.
"You're mine," Damian said, like it was already decided.
"I found her," Kane growled. "That makes her mine first."
"You're both wrong," Adrian said quietly. "She was never yours to begin with."
Wren told them she wasn't property and that she belonged to no one.
They didn't listen.
Now Wren has one night to decide. Sign the vow and bind herself to a family built on power, secrets, and blood. Or walk away and destroy the one thing standing between her father and the people who want him dead.
"Choose wisely," the don warned. "Because once the vow is spoken, there is no version of her life that doesn't belong to us."
Wren used to think love was a choice but in this family, it's a debt and she is the only currency they'll accept.
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