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sliced through the thick, suffocating haze of my pai

body felt as though it had been systematically snapped and reset incorrectly. A deep, grinding ache radia

gry, blooming purple marks-the physical manifestation of his brand. Humiliation burned in my stomach, hot and acidic,

le lead on the man who ordered my parents' murder. I had slept in rain-slicked alleys and fought off feral wolves for scraps of information. Graham Ro

d since we were children, the one who had promised me forever-stood with his arm wrapped around Penelope Sharpe. She pointed at me and laughed, her vo

cted by the one person who was supposed to be mine. The pack elders declared the bond broken. I was cast out like garbage, stripped of my name, my status, my home. I spent two years clawing my way back from nothing, surviving on

en, the sound echoing like a

broad enough to block out the morning light, his muscles corded like steel cables under bronzed skin. His gray eyes, cold as a winter storm over the Atlantic, swept over me. He took in my pathetic, cr

inst a man who had already seen every inch of my ruin. My instinct, honed by years of survival, screamed at me to run, but h

e glass coffee table between us. The papers inside spilled

h. "For one year. You'll be my personal assistant. Available twenty-four hours a day, sev

agreements with penalties of total financial ruin, mandatory attendance at every gala, and a hidden clause that essentially made me his lega

paper. But my heart didn't falter. The moment the ink dried, the crushing weig

t think about using that money to run. I have eyes in every corner of this city, from the

I layered thick, professional-grade concealer over the marks on my neck, burying the broken girl under a flawless corporate mask. As I left the suite

high, ignoring the grinding ache in my