Regina never forgot the moment the pen slipped from her fingers and scratched across the contract.
One signature.
One f*****g signature.
That was all it took to turn her into property.
Daniel Warren’s property.
And the price?
Her mother’s life.
Daniel’s grandfather didn’t flinch as she signed. He didn’t blink. Didn’t smile. Just nodded, satisfied, like he had bought a new antique to decorate his grotesquely large mansion.
“You’ll f**k him and make sure you give me a grand child,” the old man said simply, as if he were ordering tea. “That is the condition.”
Her stomach twisted, but she nodded. Her mother’s weak breathing down the hospital corridor left her no choice. Pride was a luxury she couldn’t afford.
Regina sauntered into the room, her hips swaying seductively with each step
