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 scream ripped from my raw throat as I burst through the French doors, my bare feet slapping against the icy marble terrace.


 The shock of cold stone against my soles barely registered through the adrenaline coursing through my veins. 


Then I hit the lawn - that first glorious step onto dewy grass so soft it felt like velvet between my toes. The morning air rushed into my starving lungs, crisp and sweet with the scent of jasmine clinging to the garden trellises. My threadbare nightgown - one of Lucian's discarded dress shirts - billowed behind me like a surrender flag caught in a hurricane.


Chapter 114 - A Hundred Watching Eyes