"You murderer. What are you going to do? Kill me if I run away from you?" Zade hauled me closer, his eyes completely pitch black, "There is nowhere on earth you can run, because you are mine. Only mine. And if you do I will kill you. You can hate me until every last star in the sky dies, but as long as you're breathing, I control your life." Rage overtook my fears. I managed to wrench one arm free and swung with everything I had, slapping him across the face. It echoed like a gunshot. Zade's stood perfectly still for a second, then slowly wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his swollen lip. He looked back at me, a terrifying, manic smile spreading across his face. ★. ★ 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. Ivy Monroe's world shatters the day her father is caught embezzling millions from Hazard industries. But the stolen money isn't the only price to be paid. To settle his debts, Ivy is handed over to the one man who despises her existence: Zade Hazard. A ruthless billionaire. A single father. A man who holds no mercy. To him, she is nothing more than collateral. A living, breathing reminder of her father's betrayal. Bound to his every command, Ivy becomes his personal servant, trapped in a hell of his making. But as the days blur into nights, something shifts. The cold stares last a little too long. The cruel punishments turn into something else entirely. Hatred was easy. Obsession? Inevitable. But love? That was never part of the deal. Now, in a dangerous game where power and desire intertwine, Ivy must decide. Can she escape the grip of the man who owns her, or has she already fallen too deep?

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝. I'm in love with him but he's in love with my younger sister and has made that painfully clear to me. "Who are you in love with?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in love with Isabella, your sister. She's the only woman I truly care about," he admits, revealing his feelings for my younger sister after we had just gotten married, it hasn't even been twenty-four hours. "I'll fulfill my role as your husband, but don't expect any love or affection. This marriage is just an agreement between our families, nothing more. Do you understand?" His words are cold, piercing through me like arrows. I fight back the tears threatening to fall and manage to reply, "I understand." But my pain would not last long, not until I meet Mr. Russo, Marcello's father who was that head of the Mafia, a dangerous and powerful man who stole my heart.