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A roar. A scream. Echoing through stone and metal.
"EVELYN!"
It cracked through the silence like a thunderclap.
A man's voice. Raw. Wild. Agonized. Powerful.
Evelyn's body jolts.
But then it comes again - louder. More desperate.
"EVIE!"
Her eyes widen, breath catching violently in her throat.
Harry.
It's him. It's really him.
Her lips tremble. Her heart stutters.
"Harry...?"
She staggers upright, legs wobbling.
"HARRY!"
The scream rips from her throat, broken and hoarse.
She stumbles toward the door, arms still bleeding, her chains dragging behind her.
Her entire body fights to move, even as agony pulses through every limb.
"HARRY!"
"I'M HERE!"
Tears pour down her cheeks, sobs wracking her chest.
She nearly reaches the door-when Celestie lunges from the shadows, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her backward.
"ENOUGH!" Celestie snarls. "You stupid girl-he's not coming. That's not him."
But Evelyn is feral now. Screaming. Thrashing.
"Let me go! That's him! That's my Harry!"
She claws toward the door, dragging her own body against the stone, blood smearing the floor.
"HARRY!"
Celestie clamps a hand over her mouth, trying to silence her.
"Stop screaming! He'll never find you!"
Evelyn screams against her palm, muffled sobs escaping.
"HARRY-!"
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In a world where love feels like a distant dream, Evelyn has always been a burden, abused and tortured inhumanely by her family. Just as she dares to hope for a brighter future, she is abandoned at the altar by her intended groom, until Harry, not just a billionaire but a boy from her childhood, steps in to marrying her to fulfill his mother's wish.
A marriage formed out of a contract of an year, indifferences and definitely not love. Will Love florish out of a forced marriage between a abused timid girl and a cold hearted billionaire wit