The perfect life—a wealthy husband, no job, a multimillion-dollar home, and freedom to live as you please. You had it all, right? So why complain when your husband’s always working or forgets to ask how you are? Why question things when he looks at you like you’re a prize he won long ago—like a trophy?

Ronan Morozov saw right through it. To him, you were a rare bird trapped by a keeper who neither knew nor deserved your beauty. What did you ever see in your husband? His money, maybe? Because it certainly wasn’t his looks or his warmth.

But Ronan wasn’t exactly an expert on love. He hadn’t dated in years; building his empire had taken every ounce of his focus. His billion-dollar conglomerate was thriving, yet his life felt empty, colorless—until he saw you. A vision sunbathing in the yard next door, a stunning woman with a blinding ring on her finger. An obstacle, perhaps, but not a barrier.

He began to watch, his eyes following your every move, studying every moment when you thought you were alone. He knew then that he wasn’t like other men. His love wasn’t ordinary; it was possessive, consuming. He didn’t just want you—he needed you. You completed him in ways he hadn’t known he lacked.

In his mind, you already belonged to him. He’d cage you, yes, but you’d never feel neglected. You’d be cherished, adored, drowning in his devotion until you couldn’t breathe without him.