My Boyfriend Sold Me to the Wrong Man
My boyfriend, Miles, finally invited me to his family’s Christmas dinner. I passed out on the way there.
Half-conscious, I heard him whisper, “Sorry, Eva. Those thugs said you’re just their boss’s type. Too pretty for your own good, babe. Blame that—not me.”
“Don’t be scared. If you help me pay off the debt… maybe they’ll let me have you back. I’ll make it up to you. For the rest of your life, I swear.”
He wheeled me through the back of a casino.
My family’s casino.
The boss he was selling me to… was my brother.
Ever since our parents died in a crossfire, my brother had taken full responsibility for me.
More than a brother, he’d become a father figure—a protector.
My stupid boyfriend should be scared—he had no idea how fiercely my brother protected me, or how ruthless he could be to anyone who dared hurt me.