The Dead Husband Who Repaid Every Single Cent
Language: en
The rage in her eyes was instant, a terrifying electrical surge. I’d only brushed her arm by accident. “Who the hell do you think you are?” Bess’s voice was a whip-crack. “How dare you even think about touching what belongs exclusively to Sawyer?” Sawyer Maxwell. Her childhood sweetheart. Her idealized other. “You filthy, shameless thing, I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!” She ordered her security detail to break my legs and then demanded I be branded with the word "WHORE" across my torso—a detail I won’t linger on, except to say the searing pain was a kinder memory than what came…