Some women marry for love.
I was married to be sold.
On the night of our first anniversary, my husband calmly confessed that years before we ever met, he had promised his future wife to his blind billionaire uncle as payment for an old debt. Every smile, every promise, every moment of our marriage had been part of a contract I never agreed to.
Delivered to the mysterious Vale Manor, I expected a cruel man who believed people could be bought.
Instead, Sebastian Vale spoke my name before I said a single word.
He knew things about me that no stranger should know. He insisted my past wasn't what I believed. Every answer he gave only uncovered another lie.
Soon I realized I wasn't just a substitute wife caught in a contract marriage — I was the missing piece of a secret someone had been hiding for years.
The man I called my husband thought he was paying off a debt.
He had no idea he was delivering me to the only person determined to uncover the truth about who I really was.
Sometimes the greatest betrayal doesn't destroy your life.
It reveals the life that was stolen from you.
