The Good Girl Wears A Tracker

Summary

I came from the foster system. Ever since the Lancaster family took me in, I had been tethered to Tristan’s side.

When we were children, I was his designated study partner. As we grew older, I became his kept woman, a bird in a gilded cage who lived with the constant, humming fear of being discarded.

There was a time, though, when Tristan truly adored me. He gave up the underground clubs and the reckless street racing, all for me. He used to shadow my every step, calling me "baby" in a voice so thick with sweetness it felt like drowning.