I’ve completely lost my mind.

I married a man I’d known for less than twenty-four hours.

When your life is nothing but running and fear, and a man walks in—radiating raw, primal desire—and offers you exactly what you’ve been craving,

There’s only one thing you can say: Yes.

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Leo Reed.

His face, his body, his overwhelming presence—he seemed born to rule.

He stated his reasons for marrying me in the tone of a man evaluating property.

I wanted to refuse, but every cell in my body was trembling—part desire, part primal fear.

Then it came—

that voice in my head, sharp and cruel.

Do it.

Say yes.

The moment you agree, their perfect little faces will twist in disgust.

Because no one—no one—actually believes someone would take in a filthy stray like you.

So say it. Let them watch you ruin the fantasy.

Let them choke on the name he gives you.

And I did.

But then… things started to spiral.

I was being rational. This was a strictly contractual marriage. No love.

And yet he began to show signs of fierce, dominant possessiveness—

Even worse, he didn’t bother to hide the hunger in his gaze when he looked at me.

Something was wrong.

Pure, overwhelming happiness always comes with a price.

And then it came.

The voice that made my stomach knot in an instant, low and cold through the phone,

“Found you.”

Romance