Yours by Contract

He is a rich, spoiled man, accustomed to women’s attention. For him our meeting was an annoying mistake, but for me it turned into a real nightmare. Worse still—he didn’t want to let me go and forced me into an agreement.

Now I belong to him in every sense. I’m waiting for the moment the contract is terminated. But will I really want to leave, if in my heart grows an invasive, poisonous and wrong kind of love?