The Debt of Scarlet Blair
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They say debt is a chain. Mine is a noose—wrapped around my neck by the man I once kissed.
I was Scarlet Blair: wealth, beauty, a life polished to perfection. Then my father’s gambling addiction drowned us in red ink. And the price of his mistakes? Me.
That night at the club, I thought Roman was just a stranger—cold eyes, a jawline sharp enough to cut, hands that felt like sin. I didn’t know he was the king of the city’s underworld. The man my father owed $3 million. The monster who’d come to collect.
Now I live in his penthouse prison. Every door locked. Every move watched. He calls it “protection.” I call it captivity. When his grandfather demands we marry to secure his empire? It’s just another chain. A contract. Six months. No feelings. No attachments.
He thinks I’ll break. That obedience is my only option. But I’ve got claws under my silk dresses.
I’ll prove I’m no puppet he can pull strings on.
Warning: Contains themes of forced proximity, possessive obsession, and moral darkness.
I was Scarlet Blair: wealth, beauty, a life polished to perfection. Then my father’s gambling addiction drowned us in red ink. And the price of his mistakes? Me.
That night at the club, I thought Roman was just a stranger—cold eyes, a jawline sharp enough to cut, hands that felt like sin. I didn’t know he was the king of the city’s underworld. The man my father owed $3 million. The monster who’d come to collect.
Now I live in his penthouse prison. Every door locked. Every move watched. He calls it “protection.” I call it captivity. When his grandfather demands we marry to secure his empire? It’s just another chain. A contract. Six months. No feelings. No attachments.
He thinks I’ll break. That obedience is my only option. But I’ve got claws under my silk dresses.
I’ll prove I’m no puppet he can pull strings on.
Warning: Contains themes of forced proximity, possessive obsession, and moral darkness.
