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I stood helplessly outside the door, trapped by Damien's murderous gaze. "I had no idea there was an incompatible ingredient. The formula was perfectly fine…" Damien didn't listen to a word I said. He took my daylight ring and locked me in a sunroom for three whole days. It was a living nightmare. No blood, no water, not even basic shelter. I curled up in a corner of the glass room, the glaring sun scorching my skin, listening to the sounds of laughter from outside as they celebrated Isabella's "recovery." When I was finally let out, my skin was covered in festering sores, and I could barely stand.

Keith said in conclusion as he rose to his feet. "Oh, I'm also taking Jennabeth along." I hope y'all had a great read. Thank you for reading "Sixty Days With You." It truly had been sixty days with y'all. To read more of my books, check out the new MM Romance book I recently released titled ' KILLIAN'S GAME.' You'd love it and I promise it's a happy ending!!

The following days unfolded like the slow uncoiling of a long-held breath. Each morning began with the rhythm of hammers striking metal, the murmur of voices planning, building, dreaming. The sound has replaced gunfire. The scent of fresh wood and smoke replaced the bitter tang of blood and ashes. Jessica woke before sunshine, always. She would stand at the edge of camp, watching the light spill across the horizon the same light she once feared she'd never see again. Every dawn reminded her that they survived something impossible. That they were still here.

I got my Zweizerland visa fast. The day before I flew out, Margot called. Total desperation in her voice. "Wynne—no, Ms. Warrington, please... help us. We've lost everything. We're homeless, starving... For Jason's sake, show us some mercy..." I just listened. Said nothing. "Ms. Warrington? Are you there? I'll do anything—be your servant! I'm begging on my knees!" Thud. Definitely her knees hitting the floor.

She walked near him and grabbed the pen. “Okay, I’ll sign it then.” Claire signed the contract without rereading it. “Happy now?” And handed him the contract. Vladimir just looked and her and took the contract from her. “Well, that’s good.” He took the pen from her and put it back to his coat. “Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, the contract changed, by the way,” Vladimir said. “I don’t care.” Claire said and continued looking at him sharply. “ You have to live with me for 365 days, Claire.”

Walking alone in the dark with nowhere to go. *Being thrown out of the Weldon mansion like garbage. Security guards escorting me to the door. The weight of my suitcase dragging behind me.* *Isolde's voice, sweet as poison: "He's been calling me that since we met."* I gasped, opening my eyes quickly, trying to shake off the memories. I clutched my chest. My hands trembling. *Stop it,* I told myself firmly. *That's over. You're here now. You're safe, it's a new place and a new life.*

With all my love, Nonna I read Nonna's letter over and over as the tears flow freely down my face. I am oblivious to concerned stares of the passers-by and the screech of the seagulls overhead as I hear her voice playing on repeat inside my head. I don’t know how much time has passed sitting there on the bench, but the day is getting cooler and the rumbling of my stomach tells me I have missed lunch.

“Three days. That’s all you’ve got to be here.” Oh, no… no, no. NO!

Without saying much, Darko walked out of the hall and stood at the entrance, guarding it. ****** "Today is Friday, it's sports day. The young Mistress will need all the help she can get… Help her to feel among, it's been a long time since she participated in sports… she usually throws tantrums with her handlers…. She is nasty to everyone but it's different with you," Darko said as I finished the heap of meals he had packed for me. "Hey! I am not doing this because you suggested it!" I rose up to my feet. "I know," he responded as I marched past him.

His face buried in the crook of her neck, his voice deep and low. “Are you certain about this?” “Yes,” she said flatly. “Give me an heir, and I’ll ensure you’re taken care of for life.” She reached for a folded document on the bedside table and laid it out before him. Echo traced his finger along the crisp edges. “A contract… 365 days?” He looked up at her reflection. “Why this term?” “I just finalized my divorce. My parents will push for me to remarry soon—they haven’t said it yet, but I see it in their eyes. I won’t be tied to another useless, arrogant womanizer ever again.”