The Proxy Contract
“Don’t you ever resist me again,” he breathed, his words brushing my skin like fire. One hand held my wrists captive above my head; the other traced the line of my throat, caging me against the wall. I looked up at him. My tormentor, my weakness, and the man I craved like sin itself.
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A fire stole her childhood. A contract stole her freedom.
Now, a man dressed in a suit that costs more than her life is about to steal her heart.
And possibly destroy what’s left of her soul.
Evie remembers nothing before the fire, only the smell of smoke, the sound of screams, and a name she can’t forget. Years later, her life is a cycle of debt, slavery, and forced silence.
She works herse
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