Trapped In His Cruel Six Year Contract

Chapter 2

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her feet up the rotting wooden stairs of the Queens a

her expensive wool coat. Her fingers we

rned it twice, and pushed the heavy metal

, dimly lit living room and pu

et down the brown paper bag containing bagels an

lchair tires rolling over rough w

brother, Charles, pushed his wheelc

ly onto the incredibly expensive cashmere coat Essie

Essie's messy hair and the smudged

his wheelchair. The veins on the backs o

hell were you all night?" he fo

rboards. "The ER was short-staffed. I had to pull an ove

ill bottle off the small cabinet ne

wallpaper with a loud crack and bounced

yelled. "The ER doesn't let you show up

enom. "You're just a gold dig

hest heaving. "You have zero s

eing crushed by an invisible fist. The pain radiat

forward, picking up the hot paper cup of coffee, and

lently. His hand smacked

hot coffee splashed directly

a furious, ang

own liquid rapidly spread

grabbed her burned hand, cradling it against h

se and fell rapidly. "I would rather die than use the

it around violently. The rubber tires rolled

m and slammed the door shut. The impact sho

middle of the wrecked living room. H

heap paper towels and began wiping the coffee off th

ny kitchen sink. She turned on the faucet and held he

t her pale, exhausted face in th

off the water, walked to her room, and pulled o

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Trapped In His Cruel Six Year Contract

Jenn Curlin Modern

“Essie sold herself to ruthless billionaire Kieran Cortez on a six-year contract just to pay for her paralyzed brother's staggering medical bills. But the morning Kieran's face was plastered on the front page announcing his engagement to a wealthy heiress, he violently refused to let Essie go. When she quietly asked if their contract was over, he trapped her against the marble counter. "You don't have the right to call this off. It would be a shame if Charles lost his spot in the medical trial." Trapped, Essie endured his brutal, punishing kisses in hidden corners, terrified of being discovered by his new fiancée, who worked as a doctor at her hospital. But the ultimate betrayal came from home. When her brother saw the dark, violent bruises Kieran had deliberately left on her neck, he didn't care about her sacrifices. He threw scalding coffee on her burned hand. "You disgusting whore! I would rather die than use the dirty money you make spreading your legs!" Even Kieran's fiancée investigated her finances, cornering her to smugly warn her to know her place as a lowly sugar baby. Essie had sacrificed her dignity, her body, and her soul to keep her brother alive, only to be treated like disposable trash by the man who owned her and despised by the family she saved. Why did her endless sacrifices only buy her a suffocating, inescapable hell? Staring at the phone screen flashing with Kieran's demand to be at his penthouse by eight, a dead calmness finally washed over her. She held down the power button until the screen went black. Even if his wrath destroyed her tomorrow, tonight, she was taking her life back.”