DEBT OF DESIRE
The subway ride home is a haze, I felt like I was looking through the world from a stained mirror made worse by the weight of Noah Thorne’s contract pressing around me. My bag digs into my shoulder, that cursed envelope inside like a ticking bomb. His voice, low, cold, commanding, played in my head repeatedly: One year, Scarlett. Five million buys freedom. Freedom for who? My parents, maybe, but not me. At 26, I thought I’d be chasing my interior design dreams, design for the rich and big city people, not bartering my life to a billionaire stranger. Leaving all my dreams and plans behind, worse it's just for a year. I wouldn't want to be branded names by the social media because I knew how p
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