Trapped In His Cruel Six Year Contract

Chapter 7

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moth-eaten quilt around

he turned away, walked into the tiny kitchen, and dry-swall

on double shift. She changed into a cle

re made of lead. She clocked out, the mach

's massive, brightly lit VIP lo

untain. She was wearing a flawless C

bright, overly enthusiastic smile stretched across her

prisingly tight. "Essie, you look awful! I a

r. Watts, I can take the train-" she stammered,

Essie's shoulders and half-dragged, half-guided

d the concrete garage. Adelle pressed the button on

through the garage. A pitch-black Maybach slamme

out. He wore a dark grey trench coat, and

let go of Essie and threw herself i

k and venomous-shot right over Adel

r terror. Her back slammed hard

out a low groan, wrapping one arm tight

bbed his arms. "Kieran!

g incredibly strained and weak. "Go up to Dr. Evan

ith worry. She turned and sprinted toward the e

ed and slid shut. The g

in on his face vanished instantly, replace

sive strides. He grabbed the collar of Essie's t

crete pillar. The rough stone scrap

ieran snarled, his face inches fro

r cheeks. "My brother-he was in the ER-he w

outh against hers. He forced her jaw open, kissing her wi

d in until his lips brushed her ear. "If you ever ignor

olute horror. She nodded fr

e elevator descending ec

k, wrapped his arm around his stomach again, and lean

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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.”