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.

wall with a dull thud. Her back felt cold

pack her things. Send

"No!"

clasped her hands together. "I swear to serve

and fear were genuine. But even she couldn't

a life of homelessness and destitution and

ride a horse, play the piano, appreciate wine, Grunslandish, manners, and many

able to undergo a complete transformation, all thanks to his hands-on training and guidance.

finally saw through

the day Jameson had her undergo plastic surgery

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

such a person who had brought her back to life only to trample on her body and dignity

Schmidt, I know you're angry, but please, be rational.

the masterpiece you've cultivated yourself—your most satisfactory work. It's not easy to find