Bound and Stolen

Bound and Stolen

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Psyche Anjustia knows the cost of being beautiful. She's spent her life under careful watch, always looking over her shoulder, always carrying the weight of silent admirers who've blurred the line between obsession and love. But on a quiet morning walk along the beach, all of her caution means nothing. She's taken. Chained, gagged, and silenced, Psyche is dragged into a world of shadows, where her captors speak in coded words and chilling familiarity. They claim to be her protectors. They claim to be saving her from something worse. But the cold steel around her wrists and the gag pressed against her mouth tell a different story. At the center of it all is Calix Ardent-a man whose calm voice hides ruthless intentions, and whose loyalty to a secretive organization could cost Psyche her life. Surrounded by captors who are almost too charming to hate, Psyche must decide: fight her way out, or uncover why she was targeted in the first place. But the clock is ticking. And in silence, no one can hear her scream.
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