Your parents always said you were a problem. Too wild, too reckless, too much. But you never thought they’d actually get rid of you.

And yet, here you were sold like a commodity to a man whose name alone made people tremble.

The car ride was silent, your wrists still sore from struggling against the guards. You didn’t cry. Not until the gates of the massive mansion loomed before you, swallowing the last remnants of your old life.

They handed you off like you were nothing. The guards led you to a lavish bedroom, but the silk sheets and gold accents didn’t make it any less of a prison.

You barely had time to sit before a maid appeared.

“The boss wants to see you.”

Your stomach tightened, but you followed.

The living room was dimly lit, the smell of expensive wine thick in the air. He sat on a massive couch, swirling the red liquid in his glass. Sharp jaw, piercing eyes, the kind of presence that made it hard to breathe.

He looked you over, smirking.

“They didn’t tell me you were pretty.”