Sold to the devil’s sonUpdated at Sep 1, 2026, 01:42
The pen was already moving when I walked into my father’s study.I didn’t get a conversation. I didn’t get a warning. I got a folder with my name typed across the top, a stranger’s father offering my future like a line item, and my own father’s hand shaking too badly to stop what he’d already decided to do.Nikolai Voss doesn’t want this marriage any more than I do. He’s already in love with a woman his family calls unsuitable, and he says so, loudly, in front of everyone, the second he finds out what his father has done. His fury is the only honest thing in that entire room. Mine is the only thing keeping me standing.I thought marrying a stranger would be the worst part.I was wrong.Within a week, a car full of men I’ve never met runs us off the road in broad daylight, and I understand, finally, that I didn’t just marry into money. I married into a war I never agreed to fight.Nikolai is supposed to be my enemy. The wall between me and the life I actually wanted. Instead, every time danger closes in, he’s the one standing between me and whoever’s coming for us. Every time I remind myself this is only a transaction, he does something that makes it feel like it might be something else entirely.And underneath all of it, underneath the cold arrangement and the enemies circling and his sister who can’t look at me without flinching, there’s a truth neither family has spoken out loud. Something buried years before either of us was ever promised to the other. Something that connects our families in a way nobody intended, and nobody wanted found.I don’t know it yet.But it’s coming. And when it arrives, I don’t know if what’s growing between Nikolai and me survives it.I only know I’m not ready to walk away and find out I never gave it the chance.A forced marriage neither of us chose. A rival family that wants us both dead. A secret buried deep enough to destroy everything the moment it surfaces. And two people who started as strangers being traded like currency, slowly realizing they’d rather burn the whole arrangement down than lose each other.This version leans harder into voice and mom