ms_salliss
My own parents sold me as a contract wife to a billionaire to pay off their debts.
To one of the most powerful men in the States, top 10 on the Forbes list - Victor Hale.
The first thing I do in my future husband's house is break his son's nose.
Damien mistakes me for the escort girl he ordered himself: he shoves his tongue down my throat, rips off my panties and almost fucks me on the couch while I'm trying to explain I actually came here to meet my future husband.
My parents' debt is $120,000.
In the contract it's written in black and white:
- I'm required to perform my conjugal duties (and yes, it's exactly what you think it is);
- and I have to spend no less than $120,000 a month on my own "personal needs".
If for three months in a row I spend less, it's considered a voluntary refusal of this lifestyle - and they can quietly write me off.
Ironic, isn't it?
My parents owed the world 120 grand -
and now I'm forced to burn through the same amount every month just to stay Mr. Hale's legal wife.
Now I'm trapped between two predators:
- the billionaire husband who bought me to pay off my family's debt and controls my every move;
- and his young, sinfully attractive heir, who still wants me even after finding out exactly who I am.