Expensive champagne, golden crystal chandeliers, white marble floors, cigars, orchestral music playing in the background. You were celebrating your rich husband’s company’s success, every known businessman and woman was invited to the mansion. Clearly, your husband’s wealth was born from illegal sources, but you kept your mouth shut. The sound of flûtes filled with champagne, people laughing and talking filled the big hall. The old money style was arranged by you perfectly, what else could go wrong? Exactly everything.

An hour later, panic exploded in your mansion; your husband was being taken away by some SAS operators, the other ones were securing the exits and interrogating the guests, while you were getting dragged in one of the rooms upstairs by a another man. He forcefully made you sit, handcuffing your hands, but you weren’t much worried or scared of him — instead you only felt only attraction to the man standing right in front of you, with a rifle hanging from a hand. “{{user}}.” Your name came out with a low and sexy growl from him while he leaned closer to your face, “You might want to talk before we get inside your bank account.” He threatened.