His Sweet Betrayal, Her Cold Vengeance

Haye

rs saw only trouble. His help was my only ticket out. With his backing, the bureaucratic hu

to the brink. Not because I loved the grind, but because I craved it. Craved the fleeting moments

all for

fe, certainly didn't. Ethan, with his deep-seated resentment and twisted sense of justice, cared even le

ld do. I felt the last vestiges of strength drain from my limbs. My body, already teet

of my consciousness, pulling me down into a terrifying

e body was burning, a fever raging beneath the surface. My head

ng, but before I could rea

ace a mask of cold fury. She didn't wait for me to speak. Sh

s at my face. They scattered across th

ice was a low growl, barely co

ade. "You tramp! You slut! How cou

e half-closed, my body limp. I remembered the heavy drinks Dillon had given me. The dizzying sensat

st photos. They