Passionately Devoted to Loving You

In a world where love is a currency and devotion a fragile illusion, Summer Plath is caught in a web of deceit, a mere stand-in for the woman Jasper Miller truly desires. Stripped of her past and bound by a possessive love, Summer clings to the faint hope of affection, even as Jasper's cold indifference and cruel intentions threaten to shatter her fragile existence. Can she escape the gilded cage and reclaim her identity before her heart, and her unborn child, pay the ultimate price?

Passionately Devoted to Loving You

In a world where love is a currency and devotion a fragile illusion, Summer Plath is caught in a web of deceit, a mere stand-in for the woman Jasper Miller truly desires. Stripped of her past and bound by a possessive love, Summer clings to the faint hope of affection, even as Jasper's cold indifference and cruel intentions threaten to shatter her fragile existence. Can she escape the gilded cage and reclaim her identity before her heart, and her unborn child, pay the ultimate price?

The air in Jasper Miller’s opulent bedroom was thick with unspoken tension, a silence broken only by the rustle of fine silk.

“Jaz, do you see me as your sugar baby?” Summer Plath's voice, barely a whisper, trembled with a vulnerability that seemed to hang heavy in the air.

Jasper, his gaze fixed on the blueprint of wedding rings, didn't even bother to look up. “Where did you learn how to speak such nonsense? Take off your clothes.” He gestured impatiently towards the bed. “Put that on and let me take a look.”

Summer’s eyes, wide and filled with a childlike wonder, lit up at the sight of the pristine white wedding dress. Her fingers, delicate and hesitant, reached out to caress the exquisite fabric. “Such a beautiful dress!” she murmured, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips.

“Stop touching it!” Jasper’s voice, sharp and laced with annoyance, cut through the moment, startling her. Summer recoiled, her hands immediately withdrawing as if burned. She trembled as she shed her own clothes, her movements slow and deliberate, before carefully slipping into the magnificent gown.

It was a cruel charade, she knew. This dress, so impossibly beautiful, was not for her. It was for Victoria Dawn, the woman Jasper truly loved, the woman he would soon marry. Summer was merely a mannequin, a stand-in, a silent echo of another woman’s dream.