His Love Is a Cage with My Name on It
READING AGE 18+
My family sold me to Damian Vale to bury a debt no one would explain.
The contract had three rules. Three years. Separate lives. And never, ever open the east wing.
My husband is cold in daylight and burning by midnight—cruel one hour, watching me like a starving man the next.
Then I found the portrait in the east wing. A bride with my face.
Painted a hundred years ago.
I thought I married a monster. I married something far older—and it has loved me before.
Unfold
We did not sleep.
We sat in the orangery until the sky went grey, the diary and the ledgers and a hundred and forty years of stolen life spread between us, and we said the unsayable things out loud one at a time.
"She has poisoned me for eight weeks," I said. "Whatever's in me is in me. ……
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