

Summary of the Once Bitten, Twice Shy
It was chaos when Timothy Barker made Samantha Larsson his pawn. Public humiliation cut her down to size, branding her as just a joke and severing the engagement ties completely. She left town in a storm of whispers and shame.
Two years later, under false but tempting promises, she was lured back – straight into another kind of trap. This time, destiny presented itself as this shadowy figure, claiming lineage or some twisted connection, proposing a secret marriage to her. He draped himself in mystery like a cloak, adding fuel to the rumors that he was hideously scarred and confined by his own disability to a wheelchair.
But Samantha wasn't done being dictated to. She'd tasted the sting of public betrayal; now she refused to let fate dictate *anything* anymore. Her vow? To claw back her dignity piece by bloody piece, hunt down those who broke her spirit, and damn it – find her own justice on her terms.
With a glare sharp enough to cut glass, she confronted this new suitor head-on. "Timothy," the name still stung even though they clearly weren't the same person anymore, but someone had spun *this* yarn about him. "Just so you know, I'm getting offers from men left and right! You can crawl on your hands and knees for all I care!" she shot back, every word dripping with defiance.
And just like that, without a backward glance or a flicker of hesitation, she walked away. Leaving the mystery man behind in the dust, perhaps quite literally if his wheelchair was involved.
Yet, the night held its own secrets. When shadows deepen and the world quiets down to near silence... another figure emerges, not from her past drama, but seemingly out of thin air. A voice, low and carrying a dangerous edge mixed with that infuriatingly knowing smirk, cuts through the stillness, aimed right at Samantha's nerve endings.
"You're getting offers?" it purrs, almost breathy as it asks. "And you wouldn't choose me? Hmm."