Trapped in His Dark Obsession
READING AGE 18+
I spent three years pretending to be dead. It was the only way to escape Valerius Thorne—the ruthless underboss of the city’s deadliest syndicate. The man who thought he owned my very soul.
I built a quiet, invisible life. I served cheap coffee, kept my head down, and never, ever looked at the shadows. I thought I was safe. I thought I had won.
But monsters don't let their favorite toys go.
When I walk into my tiny apartment and find him sitting in the dark, the air leaves my lungs. He doesn't yell. He doesn't pull a weapon. He simply smirks, his freezing blue eyes pinning me to the floor.
"Did you really think, little bird," he whispers, his voice a lethal caress, "that I wouldn't burn the world down to find you?"
Now, the cage door is snapping shut again. But this time, I’m not the innocent girl he broke. If he wants a war, I’ll give him one. Even if it destroys us both.
Unfold
The silence in the grand ballroom was so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing down on the chest of every man in the room. A hundred seasoned killers, cartel bosses, and corrupt politicians stared in absolute, unadulterated horror at the man standing in the doorway.
Ivanov, the heavily bearded Bratva boss standing ……
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