Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Amber's pupils trembled in fear, and her slender legs under her skirt shook violently.

"Last time I visited him, I felt like his eyes were all over you."

Jameson grabbed her chin forcefully, lifting it with enough force to crush her jawbone. "I can confirm he's taken an interest in you.

"It seems he isn't as refined as I thought. Since he can't obtain the real person, having a fake around for a feast of the eyes and to satisfy his desires might not be a bad choice."

Amber's eyes were red-rimmed, with tears glistening as they emitted a plea of helplessness. "Mr. Schmidt... please... please don't send me to Mr. Justin.

"I've been loyal to you for so many years... Please don't send me away... I beg you!"

"What value do you have?"

Jameson, who had been holding back his anger since his return, unleashed it all on Amber. He pushed her forcefully in the chest.

banging into the wall with a dull thud. Her

things. Send

"No!"

down her face as she clasped her hands together. "I swear to serve you faithfully! I'll never betray you! I'll do anything you ask. Just please don't make

genuine. But even she

of a life of homelessness

ride a horse, play the piano, appreciate wine, Grunslandish,

to his hands-on training and guidance. Before returning to

she finally saw through

plastic

a tool to be used and discarded. There were other women to replace her if she were gone. Her salvation was just

only to trample on her

know you're angry, but please, be rational. Calm

"Ms. Altman is the masterpiece you've cultivated yourself—your most satisfactory work. It's not easy to find another woman with