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 in the dining hall was thick, heavy with the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine—luxuries meant to tempt, to weaken. James's voice cut through it like a blade through silk.  


His fingers toyed with the stem of his wine glass, the ruby liquid catching the light. His eyes—pale, predatory—never left mine.  


The words slithered into my ears, wrapping around my mind like smoke.  


The dining hall smelled of boiled cabbage and the sour tang of too many unwashed bodies pressed too close. The wooden bench dug into my thighs as I sat, spine straight, hands folded in my lap. Waiting.  


Chapter 68 - "Don't You Ever Bow Like That."