His Forbidden Canary: Escaping The Contract

Chapter 3

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nly a second before shifting back to Ju

o my own home, Julian?" The question land

forced a smile. "Of course n

en walked directly to the single armchair in the center of

at the flames in the fireplace, letting the silence set

y uncomfortable. He cleared his throat,

ate?" Julian tried to mak

cigar box on the table, selected one, a

d unhurried, a stark contr

lly spoke, his eyes still on the cigar in

appeared on Julian's face. This

er and roughly pulled the c

d into Landon's line of sight. She felt so ash

t." Julian's tone was light, dismissi

gar, paused. He finally lifted his eyes,

d the word, his voice

f his pride, he pushed on. "Yes, a rather disobedient

secret. "You'll never guess. She's Annabel Beaumont, the daught

n't change, as if the n

e had a bigger bomb to drop. "

he air, and the roo

was her most humiliating past, now being

th a click. He had finally lit the cigar. Wh

smoke ring before speaking. "Is

nished, the engagement is naturally off. But I'm a sentimental guy. I saw how pitiful she

ized the word "work,"

rd from Julian a slow, tor

. Then he stood up, his tall f

on Julian. "I don't like having unclear people in

his first clear intervent

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His Forbidden Canary: Escaping The Contract

Kattie Eaton Romance

“After her family went bankrupt and her father was imprisoned, Annabel had no choice but to sign a debt-repayment contract to survive. She never expected the buyer to be Julian Sharpe, her former fiancé. He didn't want her labor; he wanted her absolute degradation. He forced her into a ridiculous evening gown, parading the former heiress as his bought "canary." When she resisted his assault, he dragged her into a guest room and tied her ankle to the bedpost with a silk leash. "Remember, Annabel, from the moment you signed that contract, you have no dignity left." Julian sneered, treating her worse than a stray dog. Annabel trembled in the dark, her tears soaking the tangled fabric of her dress. She was the Beaumont princess he once swore to cherish. Why was he torturing her with such vicious, humiliating hatred? She thought her life was completely over, trapped in this beautiful cage with no way out. Until the bedroom door was violently kicked open. Landon Carlisle, Julian's terrifyingly powerful cousin and the true master of the estate, stepped through the frame. He lifted Julian by the throat, threw him aside like a piece of trash, and quietly knelt on the floor to untie her leash. "Let her go." Landon ordered, his cold gray eyes locking onto her terrified blue ones, and Annabel realized her fate had just taken a drastic, unpredictable turn.”