The Five-Year Contract's End

My five-year contract marriage to Ethan Cole was finally over.

Five years of polite estrangement, a polished cage built on a merger of empires.

I had signed the divorce papers, ready to escape to Austin, chasing a desperate echo of what I'd lost.

My fiancé, Michael, had died five years ago, and now, a musician named Noah Evans, his spitting image, offered a fragile hope he could bring a piece of him back.

But Ethan' s manipulative stepsister, Chloe, had other plans.

Consumed by a twisted possessiveness for Ethan, she launched a campaign of terror against me.