Chapter 6

The Twist Ending

I stormed into Damien’s study with the contract papers clutched in my fist, still wearing nothing but his oversized shirt. My body still ached from the way he’d fucked me senseless barely an hour ago his marks on my thighs, his taste still on my lips. But right now, rage burned hotter than any lingering pleasure.

“You bastard,” I spat, slamming the documents onto his desk. “You had a hidden clause. You could extend this forever if it’s ‘mutually beneficial.’ And my mother’s debts… you made sure the pressure stayed high enough that I had no real choice. Was any of this ever fake?”

Damien...