CONTENT WARNING

This story is intended for a mature audience and contains graphic, intense scenes that may be disturbing to some readers.

Reader discretion is strongly advised.



DON'T FUCK ME OR YOU DIE...

Camilla Gray's loneliness ended when she found a family in the Harts—and a fierce, consuming love in their son, Bran.

Their wedding day was soft and sunlit. The kind of day that makes you believe in forever.

It shattered on their wedding night.

He died inside her.

Years later, Camilla isn't healing. She's surviving. She lives as a servant in her own home, enduring the venomous blame of Bran's family, who are convinced she killed him. She's starting to believe them.

Then a stranger steps out of the rain.

Lucian Thorne is a trillionaire whose calm is more terrifying than any rage. He holds a contract bearing Bran's signature—and hers.

To settle an unimaginable debt, Bran sold her.

Now Lucian has come to collect.

Camilla faces an impossible choice: remain in a prison of grief and contempt, or walk into a gilded cage owned by a man who sees her not as a person—but as collateral.

This is not a story about moving on.

This is a story about what happens when the only way out is to sell yourself to the person who already owns you.

Genres: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | New Adult | Tragedy

The air feels thick, resistant, as if I am trying to draw it through a fine layer of silt. My lungs are stone weights in my chest, unable to expand fully. The pain is not sharp or stabbing, but a deep, relentless pressure, as if my own skeleton is inching inward, compressing me. Each inhale is a shallow, insufficient sip. I am not gasping for dramatic effect; I am, quite simply, drowning in the quiet of my own study.


Chapter 111 - The Eagle is Dying