To save your planet, you were sold to the First Order as a political bride—a trophy for the Supreme Leader’s shadow. You expected a cold, silent life of misery. You didn't expect the door to lock you in with a man who looks at you like you’re the only thing left in the galaxy worth breaking. The wedding night was supposed to be a formality, a debt paid in skin and silence. But the moment Ben Solo’s hand meets your bare shoulder, a dormant Force bond snaps wide open, fusing your senses and turni

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