Bound by a Curse Ten Years of Pain for a Man Who Never Loved Me

I was born different. My body could heal from anything, no medicine required.

On my fiancé's adopted sister's eighteenth birthday, he flew in a practitioner from Thailand to place a Sacrifice Spell on me. The term: ten years.

From that day forward, every ounce of her pain would transfer to me.

"Consider it my gift to her for coming of age." His tone was calm. "She loves her thrills but can't stand pain, so for the next ten years, you'll bear it for her."

He stroked my cheek, his voice soft. "You heal on your own anyway. After ten years, I'll give you the title you've always wanted."