My Legs For Her Perfect Life
Language: en
Five years. When they finally pulled me out of that nightmarish compound deep in the Montana backcountry, the welcome I received wasn't the warm, tearful embrace I had hallucinated during all those endless, agonizing nights. Instead, Bennett—my older brother, the untouchable Seattle tech billionaire who raised me—sat across from me in a sterile, modern living room and calmly explained that he had funded my kidnapping. Declan, my husband, the man whose eyes used to soften only for me, stood by the fireplace. With a casual flick of his wrist, he admitted that he was the one who arranged the…