He Exchanged The Wrong Monster
Language: en
The video call was grainy, but the terror in Harrison’s eyes was crystal clear. His "Golden Girl"—his perfect ex, Isabelle—had barely been back in the country for forty-eight hours before she was snatched. The kidnappers weren't just asking for thirty million in cash. They wanted a trade. They wanted me. I pointed at my own chest, genuinely baffled. Why would a group of professional criminals want a girl like me? I was a nobody, a girl from a backwoods town with no pedigree and no social standing. But then I heard Harrison’s voice, thick with a jagged, desperate kind of pain. "I’m…