My husband says I'm a transfer girl, and the rougher he treats me, the better his luck.

Blake Donovan said my body was a curse, yet his lucky charm.

The rougher he was in bed, the smoother his career went.

So, every day, blindfolded, I endured his demands, his forceful advances, whenever and wherever.

After the seventh tearing, I was back in the hospital.

That’s when I overheard a nurse calling me an "elite-tier pleasure object."

Fury surged through me, I wanted to confront them, but then I heard my fiancé talking to his friends.

“How did you tear Amelia Vance up again, Blake? My turn when she heals?”