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In an attempt to help her get over the pain of being cheated on by her boyfriend on her 22nd birthday, Sophia Clark’s friends take her to a club and force her to consume alcohol. In her intoxicated state, Sophia’s blurry vision mistakes a stranger sitting beside her at the bar for her cheating boyfriend. She kisses him intensely and goes to a hotel with him where they both engage in a one night stand. The next morning, realizing her mistakes, Sophia hurriedly leaves the hotel room before the strange man wakes up. Regrettably, she didn't see his face. Six years later, Sophia begins to work as the secretary of a cold CEO and one of the wealthiest billionaires in Glasgow, Damon Graham. To avoid his mom's threats of choosing a bride for him and confiscating his properties if he doesn't get married, Damon Graham proposes a marriage contract to Sophia, offering her £10 million. A helpless Sophia who is in a challenging situation has no choice but to consider her boss's offer. What prompts her to accept it? Sophia has a strong feeling that her one night stand from six years ago is connected to a mysterious artwork in Damon's Mansion. Will she be able to unravel it? What happens when Damon finds out about his fake wife's one night stand, and that she is a single mom of two kids?

Sold like a circus animal. Collared, forced into misery and self-hatred. With a single blow, she hopes to change her life, only to find herself trapped again. Ocean has no idea what freedom means, but she desires nothing more than a taste of it. The secrets hidden from her will unfold before her eyes, no one can escape the truth. ~~~ The book excerpt: "Here, I have a key to your heart," I left the key in my palm, metal, and skin together. I stumbled upon the ancient artwork in the locker rooms. It caught my attention because it resembles a dagger, so I took it and waited for the perfect opportunity. "Silly girl, that is not the key to my heart. Pathetic attempt." Vladimir growls in disgust. If I'm lucky, I'll be free by the end of the night. Taking the first step toward my destruction, I grin and move my hips in time with the slow music in the background. Vladimir swallows, his Adam's apple bobbles in his throat. The vampire's eyes focus on the crook of my neck as I stop directly in front of him. I place my palm on his chest, guide my fingertips down to his abdominal muscles, a corner of my lip twitches in disgust. When he closes his eyes, I take the opportunity to plunge the key directly into his heart, smiling as his eyes shoot open and he looks down at me in horror. "Are you still convinced I don't have the key to your heart?" I ask, grab him by the collar, and pull him closer. My lips nearly touch his ear as I whisper, "It fits."