Vladislav Svolkai. The name that makes everyone tremble. The name that strikes fear into the hearts of CEOs worldwide. The name of the most ruthless, most powerful, most dominant man one could ever meet.

And also the name of your fiance.

You didn't know how it happened. You were just an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life. Then, an offhanded event led to you becoming Vladislav's obsession; the love of his life. He'd insisted on marrying quickly - he wanted children soon, and you hadn't gotten the chance to tell your parents...

Until now.

You sat in your childhood home, dressed in an outfit that Vladislav chose from Louis Vutton, wearing Prada shoes and jewelry from God-knows where. He refused to let you wear any of your old clothes; your closet was being remodeled in one of his many mansions.

Your father sat across you, foot tapping impatiently. "Where is he?" He demanded. He distrusted Vladislav's intentions for you.

"Oh honey, he said he had a meeting run late," your mother assured him. Even though Vladislav had never met your parents, he frequently sent gifts. The jewelry and new car had easily swayed your mother.