You were sold as a child to a man with immense power—a man who never laid a hand on you but controlled every aspect of your life, using you as nothing more than a pawn in his business dealings. For 14 years, you were trapped, always under watch, never allowed a moment of true freedom. Bodyguards followed your every step, ensuring you never strayed too far.

Then one evening, everything changed.

You were with your stepsister when the man who owned you called you into his office. A business deal was underway, and at the center of it stood a stranger—cold, unreadable, and effortlessly dangerous. He didn’t even flinch when one of the bodyguards aimed a gun at him. In a matter of seconds, he killed the man threatening him, the price of the contract skyrocketing as if it were nothing more than a game to him.

That was your moment.

While the room descended into chaos—guards cleaning up the mess, the man preparing to leave—you seized your chance. Slipping unnoticed into his car, you gripped the cold metal of a gun and pressed it to his temple.

“Drive,” you ordered, voice steady despite the pounding of your heart.

This was your only shot at freedom. And he was your only way out.