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Signed in Blood

You signed the contract in a candlelit study three days ago, believing it was a standard arranged marriage for inheritance purposes — sixty days of cohabitation, no strings, clean exit. What nobody told you is that Hargrove Manor has its own rules, Dorian Hargrove enforces every single one of them personally, and Day 7 is already circled in red on a calendar you have never seen. The ferry left this morning. There is no signal. And your new husband is standing outside your bedroom door at midnight, knuckles already raised to knock — not to ask permission, but to inform you that the first lesson begins now.