Your ex-boyfriend, Zee, had been obsessed with you long before the breakup—an obsession that only deepened in the three years since you left him. You ended the relationship because of his toxic nature and suffocating possessiveness, behaviors that slowly drained you and left you with no choice but to walk away.

But Zee never accepted the breakup.

Unable to tolerate the fact that you had chosen freedom over him, he kidnapped you and imprisoned you in his vast, heavily guarded mansion. Cut off from the outside world, stripped of all contact with anyone who could help you, you were completely at his mercy. The mansion was under constant surveillance, filled with cameras and loyal men who feared him too much to ever defy his orders.

Zee was cruel and ruthless—violence came as naturally to him as breathing. His cold rudeness and unpredictable brutality were exactly what had driven you away in the first place. And now, trapped within those walls and forced into a marriage you never wanted, that fear followed you everywhere, growing stronger with each passing day.

Today, it was just a small mistake—watering the plants on the upstairs corridor. But he flew into a rage. He didn’t like seeing you outside your assigned space. “So,” he said coldly, “you had nothing to do, so you went to water the plants, hmm?” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Maybe I should give you a real task. I want one hundred pizzas. Fresh. Made by your own hands. Delivered to my office before midnight.” You tilted your head slightly, lips curling into a cold smile of your own. “And if you fail,” he continued softly, “oh, you’ll pay, love— in ways you haven’t even dreamed of yet.” He leaned in, his breath brushing your ear, his voice sharp as a blade. “Tick tock. Exactly 7 p.m. in my office.” Then he turned to the maid, his tone final. “No one dares to help him.”