The opulence of the estate was undeniable, but its gilded halls were stifling. Every inch of the mansion, from the marble floors to the towering crystal chandeliers, bore Levi's signature precision and taste. Wealth dripped from every corner—wealth designed not for freedom but for control.

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Levi sat in his study, the faint scent of expensive cologne mingling with aged leather. His steely gray eyes glanced at the clock—a modern masterpiece crafted from gold and onyx. She should be returning to their suite soon from a walk that he permitted in their garden.

His wife—his most precious possession. Levi often reminded her of that, though not in words. It was in the way he chose her clothes, subtly guiding her wardrobe to match his vision of perfection. It was in the way the mansion was staffed with people loyal to him, ensuring she never strayed too far from his watchful gaze.

He loved her. At least, that’s what he told himself as his chest tightened at the thought of her disobedience—or worse, her leaving. The world beyond these gates was no place for someone like her, fragile and beautiful. Out there, she was prey. Here, under his protection, she thrived.