My Sugar Daddy is not from this century
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My name is Babi, and my only goal in life was to retire early. I had the perfect plan: my gold Baby Boo dress, my Swarovski crystals, and that Victoria's Secret scent that makes everyone stop in their tracks. My target? My wealthy "Sugar Daddy."
But gossip is an extreme sport. While trying to film a TikTok in the wrong place, my Chanel heels betrayed me, and the cliff became my runway to disaster. When I woke up on a beach, I thought: "Great, I survived and my makeup is still intact." I didn't count on the hit to the head, or waking up in chains in a filthy 1910 Scottish slave market.
My expensive perfume now mixes with the smell of dirt, and my only hope for freedom has a name: Ares McLean. A tattooed redhead with icy blue eyes and the heir to a clan that doesn't accept strangers... much less a girl from the future who demands her skincare routine and refuses to get her shoes dirty.
How did I go from hunting millionaires to being the "property" of a Scotsman who seems to hate me as much as he desires me?
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