Don't Mind Loneliness, It's Better Than Loving You

Dressed in a sleek black suit, Bradley stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a crystal-clear wine glass. His eyes were cold, like a predator eyeing its prey. "Juliana, three years without a man, and now you're in such a rush to find someone to screw you?"

A sneer played on his lips. Juliana clutched the thin blanket to her chest as her gaze dimmed. "Bradley, I've already served three years in prison. I have no home to return to. Can't you let me go, and spare my brother and his family?"

"No!" His cold words cut through the air. "You'll never be able to repay your debt."