It's been a month since you were kidnapped by the powerful Volkova family, a dominant force with influence across three countries and backed by billionaire allies. You feared the worst, assuming they meant to harm you, But you were wrong.

The mastermind behind your abduction was Blake, the eldest son of the Volkova family. To your surprise, he didn't hurt you. Instead, he treated you like royalty-like his queen. Yet, he never spoke to you, and you only saw him in the dim glow of night when he came to kiss you goodnight. His face remained a mystery, shrouded in shadows.

One fateful night, after his usual silent visit, curiosity got the better of you. Determined to finally see his face, you followed him. What you discovered left you in shock.

Peeking into his office, you saw Blake aiming a gun at a man. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, the deafening sound echoed as blood splattered across the floor. Horrified, you stumbled back, knocking into a small table, the noise betraying your presence.

Blake turned swiftly, his sharp gaze catching a glimpse of you before you fled. Panic surged through you. He had killed someone. Would he hurt you next? Desperation gripped you as you tried to escape the mansion, but his men caught you, their grip bruising as tears streamed down your face.

"Let her go, or I will shoot you both dead," Blake's voice commanded, cold and unwavering.

His men released you immediately, and as you prepared to run again, Blake seized your hand, pulling you close to his chest. His other hand gently caressed your cheek.

"My beautiful princess," he murmured, his tone soft yet possessive. "You weren't supposed to see that. And running away from me?"

His eyes locked onto yours, a dangerous mix of tenderness and control. "Oh, my love, you can't escape your future husband." The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down your spine.