My Seduction Trainer Fell for Me

Scarlett bought my obedience with an eight-figure contract and trained me to seduce her deadliest rival.​ Every lesson in temptation was meant for him—how to look, how to breathe, how to make a man lose control. Her hands on my waist, her voice at my ear, every touch labeled "strategy." I thought I was just her blade. Then the prey locked the door—and she was the one who broke it down.​ I thought her control was cruelty. It was protection. She paid every debt, guarded my mother, and let me hate her rather than admit she'd fallen first.​ But here's the question no contract can answer—Was I ever his bait? Or was I hers all along?