Twice His Bride
he cooed, “feast your eyes. A rare piece, never before seen on any platform. White, young and untouched…”
I didn’t look up.
“…with the body of a Latina.”
That made my eyes twitch.
“Fiery blood, sultry curves and strong-willed, she's one of a kind.”
Still, I scrolled through my phone, uninterested.
Then I heard it.
“Courtesy of my mother, asshole,” came a sharp, biting voice.
My head snapped up.
Zaria.
There she was, center stage. A silk slip barely covering the bruises on her wrists, her shoulders were trembling, but her chin? High and defiant. Her eyes, despite the fear, still held that stubborn flame.
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