Scarlett bought my obedience with an eight-figure contract and trained me to seduce her deadliest rival. Every lesson in temptation was meant for him—how to look, how to breathe, how to make a man lose control. Her hands on my waist, her voice at my ear, every touch labeled "strategy." I thought I was just her blade. Then the prey locked the door—and she was the one who broke it down. I thought her control was cruelty. It was protection. She paid every debt, guarded my mother, and let me hate her rather than admit she'd fallen first. But here's the question no contract can answer—Was I ever his bait? Or was I hers all along?
