Revenge, Not Romance

Revenge, Not Romance

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What would you do when you discover that your boyfriend of almost three years has cheated on you for a majority of your relationship? Instead of sitting down with a tub of ice cream and a box of tissues, eighteen-year-old Windoline Sullivan decides to get revenge. But in doing so, she learns that there's a fine line between pretending to and actually being in love with someone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Seriously Sullivan, a contract? You're making this seem like an arranged marriage and not a plot to get back at your ex." "If we have to get married then so be it. Revenge WILL happen no matter the costs."
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One Night a Week Was the Rule... Until Love Broke all the rules. Rachel Worthington never thought she'd be reduced to bargaining with a man like Ethan Blake. A man who moved through life like a shadow, casting a cool, implacable gaze on the world and everyone in it. The billionaire had made his wealth on his ability to control everything around him. And when Rachel found herself at his mercy, she struck a deal - a dangerous one, but one that seemed simple enough: One night a week. In return for a debt she couldn't afford to pay. But one night was never enough. Not with a man like Ethan. Not with the way he looked at her - his gaze so intense it seared right through her defenses. So calculating, so possessive, and yet, beneath the surface, there was something darker, more fragile. Every week, she arrived, knowing what was expected of her. Knowing there were rules. But rules, she soon learned, were meant to be broken.

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