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 room felt too small. Henry's eyes were still on me. The video was still playing behind my eyelids.


I didn't wait. I walked out. The hallway was too bright. The elevator was a coffin. The lobby was a blur.


I burst through the doors. Cold air slapped my face.


My car was there, a black luxury sedan, a cage on wheels. The driver—Mikhail, a man Lucian personally employed, with eyes that missed nothing—was leaning against the fender, hastily stuffing the last of a pastry into his mouth.


"Ma'am?" He mumbled around the food, wiping his hands on his trousers, confusion on his broad face.


Chapter 145 - My Antidote(18+)