CONTINUES IN INDEBTED EPILOGUE
“Life after death...love after debts...is it possible after so much pain?”
Find out in the bonus edition: INDEBTED EPILOGUE
Prologue
Nila
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KITE007:COME TO bed.
Needle&Thread:I’m working. Almost finished on this dress.
Kite007:I don’t care. Come to bed. My cock is hard. My arms are empty. I want to fuck you.
Needle&Thread:So bossy.
Kite007:And you’re back to being a tease with your naughty nun outfit.
Needle&Thread:I’m neither a tease nor a nun. For your information, I’ve been designing a very important outfit tonight.
Kite007:Teasing again. I might have to come down there and spank you.
Needle&Thread:You can spank me, but not here. You’re not allowed to see.
Kite007:Now I’m hard and pissed off. What are you hiding from me?
Needle&Thread:My wedding dress, oh so impatient husband-to-be. Or did you forget about our marriage next week?
Kite007:Fuck. Say that again.
Needle&Thread:What? Marriage? Wedding Dress? Husband-to-be? I’m going to be your wife soon; you have to stop being so demanding by text message. Otherwise, I’ll just delete your number.
Kite007:Your teasing is driving me insane. I’m touching myself, Needle. I want you lips where my hand is and my tongue between your legs.
Needle&Thread:I want that, too.
Kite007:Come to bed.
Needle&Thread:I have a better idea. Come find me. Come claim me. Come fuck me as your naughty nun before I become your wife.
Kite007:Your wish is my command...better start running, little Weaver. I won’t be gentle when I find you.
Chapter One
Jethro
Three Months Before...
HAWKSRIDGE HALL REMAINED the same but slowly evolved as more minutes passed. Furniture that’d seen countless generations bound by contracts were no longer clouded with debts and ill wishes. Drapes and tapestries that’d witnessed countless days of sadness, suddenly looked upon freedom. Weavers lived with Hawks and no debts or screams collected.
Rooms were transformed, Bonnie’s parlour renovated, and the drab and dreary aura dispelled.
Bonnie had done a lot of wrong, but training Jasmine was not one of them. My sister’s lessons were exemplary and together we took on the mammoth task of running the estate.
I was heir but I willingly shared the role. Primogeniture and old-fashioned standings had no bearing on us anymore.
