June Luper’s life takes a terrifying turn when she’s abducted and sold at an underground auction. Stripped of her freedom and dignity, she finds herself purchased for an astronomical price by Cam Watson, a man from her past. Cam, a wealthy and conflicted figure, had once married June in a cold, contractual arrangement to appease his controlling family. Now, as he re-enters her life, their past collides with the present in complicated and messy ways.

June is a fighter—she’s determined to regain her independence and refuses to let her trauma define her. Her resilience clashes with Cam’s guilt and his growing realization that he may feel more for her than he ever admitted. At the same time, Cam is tied to Stella, a woman from his past who is pregnant and deeply insecure about her place in his life. Stella’s manipulative tendencies and jealousy fuel a tense dynamic between the three.

The story explores love, sacrifice, and finding strength in vulnerability. While June struggles to heal and rebuild her life, Cam is torn between his obligations and his feelings. Their journey together is raw and emotional, showing how love and redemption can emerge from even the darkest moments.

A tale of empowerment, resilience, and the complexity of human connection, Red String of Love reminds us that freedom and self-worth are worth fighting for, even when love tries to hold us back.

Red String of Love

It has been four days, and finally, everything feels normal again—just like before. I’m relieved that Mr. Watson introduced Stella to his mother; now, I can truly move on. And thank God Kevin had work that day. We still haven’t talked, and I’ve postponed our meeting until tomorrow. 


The morning started with the usual routine. I woke up early, stretching as sunlight streamed through my curtains. The air smelled of fresh coffee, thanks to the automatic machine I had set the night before. As I sipped from my mug, I scrolled through my emails, sighing at the number of unread messages. Work never seemed to take a break. 


After a quick shower, I dressed in a crisp white blouse and navy trousers, ready to tackle the day. The drive to the office was uneventful, the streets humming with the usual morning bustle. When I arrived, Julia greeted me with a stack of files. 


“Ma’am, the tickets are ready. I’ve sent them to you,” Julia informs me over the phone. 


Chapter Eighteen: June