Sold to the Devil for My Mother's Life

The first time Sophia Reed met Damien Cross was in the filthiest clinic in Riverside City.

She knelt on the floor, clutching the hospital payment slip. Her mother's kidney failure had reached its final stage. Dialysis cost thirty thousand a month. She had two hundred dollars left.

The clinic owner, an old man in a dusty gray suit, slid a contract across to her. "Sign it, and your mother will be transferred to a private hospital. I'll cover everything."

The contract read: Three years as Damien Cross's personal caretaker.

"Just a caretaker?" Sophia asked.