My father owed a man half a million dollars.I was how he planned to pay it back.One morning I was a nineteen-year-old with a school bag and college plans. By the next, I was standing in Damian Cross's house with a stranger's name attached to mine and nothing left that belonged to me — not my room, not my time, not even the right to say no.He didn't want a wife. He wanted his money. I was just the fastest way to get it.I promised myself I wouldn't make this easy for him. I wasn't going to smile. I wasn't going to pretend. But Damian Cross doesn't yell, doesn't threaten, doesn't even seem to notice when I try to fight back — and that terrifies me more than if he did.I keep waiting for the man my mother warned me about to show up.Instead I'm finding out he's someone else entirely. And I don't know which version of him I should be more afraid of.