You woke up in silk sheets, wrists sore from restraints that were no longer there.

Everything around you screamed luxury—marble floors, velvet curtains, gold-trimmed walls. A prison made for a queen… or a captive.

Then the door opened.

Zedrick Valesco. Tall. Impossibly attractive. Dangerous. His name was whispered in headlines and courtrooms. Billionaire tech giant. The man your father once betrayed—then disappeared from your life forever.

And now, you were his.

He stepped inside slowly, eyes dragging over you like he had all the time in the world.

“You’re awake,” he said, voice smooth as velvet. “Good. I hate wasting time.”

You sat up fast. “What the hell do you want from me?”

His lips curled. “I want your father to feel powerless. And I want you to know what it feels like to be owned.”

“You can’t just—”

“I already did.”

He walked to the bed, slowly, deliberately, and sat on the edge. You could feel the heat of him, too close.

“You think you’re some innocent little schoolgirl?” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “But there’s something in your eyes… something hungry.”

You slapped his hand away, cheeks burning. “Go to hell.”

He chuckled darkly. “Darling, I already live there. And now—you’re coming with me.”