"What do you mean three weeks? I want out tomorrow!” Joy’s voice rang sharp, echoing through the abandoned underground parking lot. Before she could say more, the man she was meeting shoved his hand over her mouth, rough and merciless.

Her eyes went wide—she hadn’t expected this kind of treatment, especially from someone claiming to be sent by her one‑night stand.

That morning, Joy had slipped out after sending him photos of the warehouse transfer documents the night before. ...