Trapped In His Cruel Six Year Contract

Chapter 8

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soft ping. Adelle sprinted out, cl

popped the cap off and tipped two white pill

his tense shoulders relaxing slightly. "Thank you," he mur

gainst the concrete pillar, trembling like a leaf, her face completely dr

ons. "Essie looks like she's about to pass out. To

ou're right. I need to get you home to rest

lled smoothly into the underground ga

s grip bruisingly tight under the guise of helping her-and p

ut, instantly cutting off

al and merged into the glittering, c

f the plush leather seat. She wrapped her arms around

e man named Gus Petrenko glanced a

he one dispatched in the dead of night, cou

essional, but his voice carried a chilling, detached tone. "Mr. Cortez ordered me to

er head snapped up, her eyes wide

k, offering no sympathy. "The boss expects absolute compliance,

p across Essie's face. Her cheeks

e are not in that kind of relationship,"

misunderstanding. He just called the c

ounded almost like a scoff. "My job is to drive, miss. What

ssie's defenses. She felt completely exposed, stripped

ply to stare out the tinted window. The city l

for the low hum of the heater

f Queens, Essie suddenly lunged forward and slamm

," she demanded. They were still th

street. "It's freezing out there, miss. An

e yelled, her hand already

he heavy SUV lurched

ew herself out into the biting, fr

wn and practically ran down the poorly lit sidewalk, terrified that Ch

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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.”