When Elias Petrosyan arrived to claim the debt my family owed, he left me with a single, brutal ultimatum: pay the price or watch my father die.
It wasn't a choice. It was a sentence.
Now, I'm his.
For years, I've clung to every moment and hoarded every penny, counting down to the day I can finally break free. Hatred has been my fuel—the fire that keeps me going against the man who owns me, body and soul.
At least, I tell myself it's hatred.
He shattered my world, threatened everything I've ever loved.
It has to be hate.
Doesn't it?