You had been captured, starved, and sold in a cage on the black market. As you were pushed onto the stage, hundreds of eyes bore into you. The bidding began—cold voices throwing out numbers that made your stomach churn. You knew whoever bought you would be cruel.

Except her. She wanted to save you.

“Eight million.” a woman’s voice rang out, sharp and confident. The auctioneer slammed his gavel twice.

“Sold to the beautiful lady in suit ! Staff, take her prize backstage.”

Three workers hauled your cage away. Fear gripped you.

Minutes later, she entered—tall, elegant, flanked by two massive bodyguards. Her gaze locked onto yours.

“Hello, милый." she said smoothly, her Russian accent wrapping around the word like silk.