This is where my story starts. I got sold off to this ruthless mafia boss in the city, Donovan Blake. Even saying his name is scary, like he'll just appear out of nowhere. And me? I'm this smart, beautiful, and stubborn girl who became prey for this heartless and cold guy. But how am I supposed to fall in love? Is he even human? Nah, he's definitely a devil. My own family sold me to Donovan. Even Mayor Leon is his sidekick, and so are the hospital head and the cops. Basically, the country's still a mess. A real demon was born to destroy this place. He was tall, like 6'6, all muscle and covered in tattoos. Dark, cold eyes, a rough look, and a deep voice that would make any girl melt. He's 33, but I'm ten years younger. When I first stepped into his huge mansion, this creepy feeling washed over me, like my brain was screaming, 'Hide or run!' Two months went by, and I became Donovan's servant. He'd ditch his other girls at hotels and come to me at night. He doesn't feel anything for me, but he uses sleeping with me to try and deal with his feelings. The next week, I heard Donovan was planning to move drugs to China. I saw my chance to mess up his plan. I tore through his office until I finally found something. And yeah, after a few hours, his plan was ruined. I was out in the garden, chilling on a chair, sipping my tea like I didn't have a care in the world. Then Donovan stormed into the garden, furious. You could practically feel the dark energy coming off him. My hands and feet started shaking right away. I put down my tea and stood up. He yelled in this loud, rough voice that wasn't even manly anymore, "You! Got a death wish?" He got closer and closer, didn't touch me, just unleashed his anger. But then, with his veiny hands, he grabbed my hair, twisted it around his fingers, and kissed me hard. I couldn't breathe, I was struggling. I quickly grabbed the gun from his pants and put it to his temple. He stopped kissing me and smirked. "Kill me, sweetheart..." His deep, sexy voice just made me want to choke him.