Your Cruelty Was My Paycheck
Language: en
I had been trapped in this twisted nightmare of a novel for three years. I’d been broken, humiliated, and tormented by Damian Cross exactly ninety-nine times, yet the progress bar for my mission was stuck at 99.999%. So, I decided to stop trying. I checked out. I went completely, blissfully rogue. At the charity gala, Lydia—Damian’s "Untouchable Muse," the woman he’d spent years mourning before she suddenly reappeared—accused me of stealing her heirloom diamond necklace. Again. It was a tired script. Instead of crying or pleading my innocence like I usually did, I simply unzipped my…