She Misspelled Her Worth for His Last Name

“Ma’am, Sir Brynn is eagerly awaiting your arrival here in Bonneville. Have you made your decision? If you agree to marry him, your identity will be erased. No one from here, not your family or your friends, will ever be able to find you again.”

Ayla Wynn rubbed her wrists. The burns were raw and bleeding from the rope that had bound them, but there was nothing more painful than the memory distracting her.

For a decade, she had been the happiest in Maine with Bennett Duffield, the man she had known that long and fallen in love with for five years.