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turn to for help. Someone who might understand. But no, now he was acting like a spoiled child. Or, worse, treating her like a spoiled child.
In the meantime, her sister was in the hands of a madman who might be torturing her as Jelena lay there, on her thousand-count Egyptian cotton sheets, next to the man she’d been sold to.
Jelena winced. Dear God, compared to Nadia, her years of marriage were a fantasy of comfort. Nadia, who had never been offered in marriage. Still, she must have been “offered” in the short term, hadn’t she? Nadia didn’t have Jelena’s stunning, angelic beauty, or Irina’s voluptuous sex appeal. Many had said that Nadia was the most unconventionally beautiful, the one that looked the most like their mother, with her mink brown hair and large, dark eyes. Nadia was the one that stayed home, helped the family. Jelena had resented Nadia for her “easy” life.
Looking back, perhaps her sister wasn’t so lucky after all.
Jelena frowned as Henry started to snore loudly. He was going to replace her soon: she wasn’t blind, wasn’t stupid. Another time, this might have filled her with some dread. Would she be able to find another husband, one that would replace her family’s lost income? Would she still fulfill her responsibilities? Or, worse, had she done something so wrong that another man wouldn’t want her?
That wasn’t her fear tonight. Her whole life seemed to focus on one thing: rescuing Nadia. Or punishing the man who had condemned her to her fate.
If Henry wouldn’t help her…then by God, she would find someone who would.

    Nadia woke in the darkness with a gasp, her heart hammering as she faced complete disorientation.
What happened? Where am I?
Then her mind filled in the details.
Dominic Luder. The bargain.
Last night…
She must have fallen asleep. She reached blindly for a light, fumbling until she managed to turn on the bedside lamp. The room was as she remembered it: gorgeous, subtly masculine.
Apparently impossible to escape from. She frowned. After he’d left, she’d tried the windows—they were hermetically sealed, some kind of unbreakable glass. At least, it hadn’t managed to shatter based on whatever she’d tried smacking against it. And he’d locked her in for the night, too.
What does he want from me?
He’d been mocking, angry—at himself or her, she couldn’t quite tell. Probably both. But he was honoring the terms of the agreement, so far. He was keeping her. As far as she could tell, he had no further interest in harming her family.
You will regret the day you told me to take you .
She’d never seen a man so furious. So dangerous. So passionate…
She clenched her hands into fists, feeling a helpless anger overtake her. If only she could figure out what the hell he wanted from her!
She needed to get her bearings, and figure out either how to escape, or how to ensure her family’s safety…whether that meant pleasing him, or killing him and removing the threat. She stepped into the bathroom. It was every bit as sumptuous as the rest of the suite, with a large marble tub and a glass-enclosed stall shower. “If this is the guest room, what is the master bath like?” she whispered, turning on the water. She stepped inside, letting the warm water pulse over her naked flesh. It felt like heaven, and for a moment, she closed her eyes, letting it massage her. There were several nozzles, and it caressed her entirely. The hot, wet pressure reminded her of Dominic.
Suddenly dizzy, she put her palm flat on the wall for balance, resting her forehead against the cool tiles. The way he had looked at her was more profound than ways other men had touched her. And when he’d touched her…
She shivered, remembering.
The men she’d bargained with, in the past, had only cared about their own pleasure. The old doctor was aroused by her revulsion, by the fact that he could force her to his will; the Bratva mobster who her father had mistakenly double-crossed had also