Love is Like Wildfire, It Never Stops — Novel

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In a world where love is bartered like currency, Evelyn Jones finds herself trapped in a twisted game of survival. After the sudden death of her stepsister, Emma, Evelyn is forced to confront a past riddled with pain and betrayal. Jim Marshall, the man she barely knows, offers her a staggering sum to take Emma's place, but his disdain is palpable. He believes she is responsible for Emma's death, and every interaction is steeped in contempt. Can Evelyn navigate the treacherous waters of Jim's hatred while grappling with her own guilt?

As she steps into the role of a replacement, Evelyn is challenged to shed her pride and navigate a web of mockery from old classmates and the shadows of her past. With her health deteriorating and the stakes rising, will she find a way to reclaim her identity, or will she become the very thing Jim despises? In a battle between love and loathing, can Evelyn spark a wildfire of hope in a life consumed by darkness? Each choice she makes could ignite a passion she never expected or plunge her deeper into despair. The question remains: how far will she go to escape her own past?

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3 million dollars – that’s the price Jim Marshall offered me to take the place of my sister, who passed away a long time ago, and stay by his side for a year.

“Evelyn, you killed Emma. You should spend your life drowning in guilt, never to be loved,” he said, tossing a thick stack of money at me. His cold eyes narrowed as he looked down on me, his expression filled with contempt.

In the bar, he used a wooden cane to lift my chin, disregarding the last shreds of my dignity, treating me like some pet he was buying at a market.

Everyone around watched with amusement, eager to see my reaction.

They were all former classmates from college. To them, I was always the girl who prided herself on being untouchable, refusing any charity, even when I was dirt poor.

3 million dollars – let’s be honest, that’s more than I’m worth.

So, what would I choose?

Without much hesitation, I grabbed the cane, forcing a smile onto my face.

“All right, Mr. Marshall,” I replied. “From now on, I’m in your care.”

Jim quickly shook off my hand in disgust, his eyes filled with loathing.