Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right

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mind foggy. But as memories flooded in, my fo

rude and mean, yet handsome. The way I'd blabbed about my life in my intoxicated mom

over me. How could I

s... Oh God

as I recalled the silence that f

walls, dark wood furniture, and a large window letting in warm, golden ligh

th me as I approached the door. What if it was locked? With tr

eyes and dark brown hair a striking combination. "The bo

Probably my contractual husband. The

up here? Wha

rned with paintings that usually brought me s

ontract marriage? The questions swirled in my mind

ere are you taking me? Where

ble, his presence commanding attention. His all-black attire, chiseled feat

! Those eyes

pped, and my stomach flipped. Fear

his movements precise. I approached, my

and also cold– just like last night. "I tr

g memories. "Wh-what do you

g," he

eling trapped. "Th

sending shivers down my spi

a challenge. "Your wife?" I rep

nreadable. A chill ran down

possible?"

ur brother is indebted to m

ton of bricks. My step brot

his gaze remained steady, unyielding. A mix of emoti

y gaze dropping as I struggled to comp

't you make me your maid? I'll work hard and pay b

oid of emotion. The silence gr

y get one," he said finally, his voice low an

replaced by dread. F

her the contra

its words blurring together. My eyes

isclosed, his voice dripping with possession. "You can only be s

. Marriage? To

the drunken haze, his lips on mine, his

advantag

he tilted his head. "Careful with y

startled by

of me!" I snapped, o

or infuriated me. How

s consensual,

een drunk. My anger faltered, re

tated. His words echoed

back to reality as he stood u

," he said flatly,

, teeth gritted. "You

nfuriating. "Your drink was sp

I seethed, my

my drink," I muttered,

h amusement. "I knew your drink was spi

rise. If he didn'

ut it. If I hadn't then the worse could've happened which might have resulted in you losing your life. Besides you were the

really be grateful to him? Did he come to my rescue because he

dental. A wave of doubt washed over me

hadn't. Yet the fear lingered. His eyes seemed to hold s

he bar, the spiked drink, and him. He was the

," I stammered, my v

rcing. "You're safe now," he sa

d me, my mind racing. What kind of

I was bou

ed, his breath caressing my ear. His bro

g for an answer before he spo