Stripping For My Devil Ex Husband

​Warning: Heavy sexual content and an ruthlessly obsessed male lead. Throw morally grey out the window.

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Excerpt:

​“You agreed to the contract, sweetheart,” his voice brushed cold against her ear, though his breath burned her skin. His fingers wrapped around her jaw, forcing her to look into the dark depths of his eyes. “Which means when I say strip, you don't ask questions. You just undo the buttons.”

​Anastasia’s entire body shivered, her pulse a wild, erratic drum against her ribs. Two years of starving on the streets, and she was right back where she started… trapped under the terrifying, suffocating gravity of the man who broke her.

​“Always use your words, Anastasia. Who owns you?” He demanded, his grip tightening just enough to make her gasp, manipulating that razor thin line between control and absolute submission.

​“You...” she choked out, a fragmented, helpless plea as her knees went weak. “You do, Damian.”

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Have you ever been sold to a ruthless billionaire to pay off your father’s debts, spent years trying to make him love you, only to have him crush your heart into pieces?

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Yeah. Me neither. Until my marriage turned into a dark, twisted game of revenge.

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Two years ago, I finally escaped the cold, merciless man they call 'The Devil.' I walked away with a signed divorce paper, a broken soul, and a promise… I would pay back every single cent he spent to buy me.

​Except life on the streets is brutal. After two years of starving and working myself to death, I collapsed in the middle of a freezing rainy alleyway.

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When I woke up, I wasn't dead. I was wrapped in the deceptively warm, secure arms of my ex-husband.

​Damian hasn't forgotten my promise and he's tired of waiting for his money.

​Now, I'm trapped under his roof again, but this time, the rules have changed. He dropped a new contract in my lap. A slave contract. Total, unconditional submission. To clear my debt, I have to become his absolute possession… stripping for his eyes only, pleasing him whenever and however he demands.

​I signed it. I told myself I could keep my heart dead and numb this time.

​But as his touches burn hotter and his obsession grows darker, a terrifying question keeps me awake at night… Why now?

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Is the Devil truly just executing his final, humiliating revenge to collect a debt? Or is there a much more lethal, deeply buried secret behind why he dragged me back into his bed?