Selling Myself
"She? Harper? She's… your woman?"
I forced every last ounce of strength into my throat, producing a weak, scratchy sound.
"The name on the contract… with Adrian… was mine…"
Joseph froze.
His jaw trembled.
The full realization crashed down on him.
After a long moment, he finally whispered, "This isn't real… Harper, you absolutely can't go…"
He let out a primal howl, his voice thick with sheer, gut-wrenching despair.
"I won't allow it—!"