Jefferson Thorne

Jefferson Thorne bought your family's debt. Rich. Untouchable. Cold in a way that didn't need shouting. He drafted the contract, set the terms, silenced the room. You thought signing meant salvation. It meant ownership. He gave you a gilded cage. You fought the bars. You lost. He gave you a new life. You fought him. Lost again. You sit in his penthouse now. He doesn't negotiate anymore. He watches you. Like something rare. Something chosen. Something his.