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Her Love, My Transaction

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 658    |    Released on: 04/06/2025

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what Scarlett wanted

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in the alley. His own men had turned on him, or so the

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private clinic she'd sent me to.

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the part of concerned benefactor. "Are you alright? I

to touch my arm.

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sked, my voice quiet. "All those years. Yo

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," I said. "

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rlett and Ethan, arm in arm at some society

a blip on my emotional rada

the clinic, my arm in a sling

than were wait

. "Liam! Man, you look rough. So glad

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d at me, stunn

I continued, laying it on thick. "All for

He pulled Scarlett into a hug

ne. Ethan had gone off to "celebrate" his n

all, as we pulled up to the cu

y hand on the door handle. "For him to b

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st way. Make her so besotted with Ethan sh

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“At twenty-two, an MIT scholarship paved my road to becoming an architect, building a future I could almost touch. But life had other plans, suddenly derailed by a devastating call: Maya, my kid sister, was diagnosed with aggressive leukemia. The medical bills were astronomical, an impossible weight on my already broken family. My father, crushed by his own demons, offered a desperate lifeline: a "favor" from the powerful Jonathan Hayes. It wasn't charity; it was a dark bargain. My freedom, my dreams, my very self, traded for Maya's life. I became Scarlett Hayes' personal assistant – her shadow, her keeper, her disposable "toy." For five soul-crushing years, I endured her every capricious whim, her tantrums, and her casual, dehumanizing ownership of my time, my body, my dignity. She never asked; she simply took. And I, trapped, let her. Each forced compliance fueled a festering resentment, a cold, hard knot of self-loathing in my gut. My life, my aspirations, melted like ash, yet I persisted, for Maya. How had I, Liam Walker, destined for blueprints and ambition, become this hollow phantom, a silent fixture in a gilded cage? How had my world twisted into this soulless transaction, my very being reduced to a commodity? The humiliation was suffocating, the injustice a constant scream within me. Was I truly beyond redemption, or could I ever escape this nightmare? Then, the news that shifted my universe: Maya was in remission. The immediate burden lifted, and in that exhale of relief, the years of festering rage, the profound self-disgust, and the silent compliance hardened into an unyielding resolve. I was done being her plaything. Liam Walker was taking his life back, no matter the cost.”