Dr. Nylah Rae Mercer took an oath to heal minds, not fall into them. She built her career inside locked wards and white halls, treating patients the world had already given up on. Distance was her armor. Control was her gift. Until she opened a file stamped with one number that changed everything. 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟏 doesn't scream. He doesn't beg. He doesn't act insane the way they expect him to. Kai Beton is quiet, observant, dangerous in a way no diagnosis can explain. A hood nigga with violence in his history and intelligence they keep underestimating. Everyone sees a monster. Nylah sees a man who learned how to survive cages long before this one. Their sessions become the only place he softens. The only place she feels seen. Boundaries blur. Warnings get ignored. And the deeper she goes into his mind, the more she realizes the truth no one wants to admit-Kai isn't broken. He was buried. When the institution tightens its grip and Kai's life is quietly placed on the chopping block, Nylah is forced to choose between her oath and her heart. Between safety and truth. Between the life she built and the man who feels like home. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟏 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. Cover @trenchlordtales <3

Kairi never wanted to be a wife. She wanted to be chosen....over and over again. Behind the gates of luxury estates, private jets, and hush money silence lives Kairi, the woman Kentrell runs to when the fame gets heavy and the marriage feels empty. She's sharp, tongued, unapologetically toxic, and dangerously addictive, everything his polished image and perfect wife aren't allowed to be. With Kairi, Kentrell breathes. With Jazlyn, he performs. Jazlyn has the ring, the children, the last name, and the unspoken understanding that her husband will never be faithful. She plays her role flawlessly, maintaining the image of a loyal wife beside one of the most famous rappers in the world. In return, she gets security, status, and silence. Kairi gets everything else. Designer bags dropped off without questions. Late, night calls that never go unanswered. Hotel keys, overseas trips, and the kind of love that exists only in the shadows. She knows she'll never be Mrs. Gaulden and she doesn't want to be. She loves the lifestyle, the chaos, and the version of him that only shows up for her. But lines blur when feelings deepen, jealousy creeps in, and power starts to shift. As Kentrell's career grows and the pressure tightens, the balance between wife and mistress becomes fragile. Secrets pile up, emotions turn reckless, and one wrong move could cost everyone everything. Because in this game, nobody's innocent....and being the mistress doesn't mean you're the one with the least to lose Cover by @JaiinovelsX0

"you're married. I can't be a mistress, I don't wanna settle for somebody's else's property. You have to let me go." konamie sniffled, wiping the tears that spilled from her eyes. Kentrell grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to him. "you not a mistress, nami. Please just give me a chance to fix all this. I don't wanna let you go. I love you." but he also loved her and he can't have both so what he pose to do. HIS MISSES, HIS MISTRESS.

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