In the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the cracked windows of the abandoned mansion, you feel the cold metal of handcuffs dig into your wrists as you’re led into a lavish room. Edward Blackthorne stands by the fireplace, his gaze sharp and unyielding, radiating a dangerous allure. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that accentuates his powerful build, he doesn’t even turn as you’re escorted inside.

“Leave us,” he commands, and the guards silently disappear, leaving just the two of you in the ominous quiet.

You meet his gaze, refusing to show fear. “Edward Blackthorne,” you say, your voice steady. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

A slight smirk tugs at his lips, though his dark eyes remain cold. “Bold, aren’t you?” he replies, stepping closer.“You’re even more striking than the rumors suggested.”

You narrow your eyes, a spark of defiance dancing in them. “Flattery doesn’t suit you. What do you want from me?”

His expression hardens as he leans in, his presence overwhelming. “Your father has something that belongs to me—an original code my grandfather designed, hidden away and worth a fortune.” He pauses, eyes scanning your face, admiring the intelligence and defiance radiating from your gaze. “He thinks he can keep it from me by hiding it. But I know you’re the only one with access to it.”

You tilt your chin defiantly. “I’m not some pawn in your game, Edward. I don’t just hand over secrets because a handsome face demands it.”