Love's Obsession, Her Freedom

Love's Obsession, Her Freedom

Gavin

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My name is Ava Hayes, and according to the little gold-embossed placard next to the painting, I was the artist. But tonight, my real title was "trophy," paraded at the Vance Gallery, a glittering cage built by Ethan Vance. He' d bought my family' s gallery, swooping in like a vulture when my father' s business teetered on the edge of bankruptcy. Then, my younger sister Lily got sick, a rare autoimmune disease with astronomical medical bills. Suddenly, Ethan wasn' t just a bitter ex-fiancé; he was the only lifeline, holding Lily' s future-and mine-in his cruel hands. He made me beg for it, forcing me into a contract: his "protégé," his grateful, reclaimed stray. I was trapped, my art and my soul enslaved, all to save Lily and my father' s legacy. He wanted to break my spirit, to own the one thing that had walked away from him. Today, he pushed me too far, forcing me to play servant at his lavish party, publicly humiliating me. He paraded Lily on his arm, giving her the diamond necklace I had desired, right in front of my face. Watching Lily' s fragile adoration for him, her innocence twisted into a weapon against me, something inside me snapped. If he wanted to destroy me, I would burn my own life to the ground and make sure he was standing in the middle of the fire with me.

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My name is Ava Hayes, and according to the little gold-embossed placard next to the painting, I was the artist.

But tonight, my real title was "trophy," paraded at the Vance Gallery, a glittering cage built by Ethan Vance.

He' d bought my family' s gallery, swooping in like a vulture when my father' s business teetered on the edge of bankruptcy.

Then, my younger sister Lily got sick, a rare autoimmune disease with astronomical medical bills.

Suddenly, Ethan wasn' t just a bitter ex-fiancé; he was the only lifeline, holding Lily' s future-and mine-in his cruel hands.

He made me beg for it, forcing me into a contract: his "protégé," his grateful, reclaimed stray.

I was trapped, my art and my soul enslaved, all to save Lily and my father' s legacy.

He wanted to break my spirit, to own the one thing that had walked away from him.

Today, he pushed me too far, forcing me to play servant at his lavish party, publicly humiliating me.

He paraded Lily on his arm, giving her the diamond necklace I had desired, right in front of my face.

Watching Lily' s fragile adoration for him, her innocence twisted into a weapon against me, something inside me snapped.

If he wanted to destroy me, I would burn my own life to the ground and make sure he was standing in the middle of the fire with me.

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