Trapped in the Crime Lord's Obsession

a's

prepared for me in his mansion, but it

his own blood, haunted me. What about my sister? My m

en me against my will, my so-called "savior." He was nothing but

he door jolted me

e, it swung open, and two young m

brought breakfast. Master requests that you put this

demands. Why should I even thin

rried glances, bu

soner, and I won't be treated like one. I won't we

ored it, my eyes locked on the second maid as she

gant and extravagant, clearly

is," the second maid said, h

the wedding,"

I hissed, "Go tell your fucking master that I am not his fucking

utburst, their eyes wide w

desperation. "I'm not playing his stupid game. I

on't want your pity or your damn food. You can't force me to wear t

away slowly, leaving the gown

I wouldn't let this man break me. I would f

wearing a fitted black shirt and matching trou

iscent of Captain America. The sight of him stirred

st. "I'm not afraid of you," I said quietly, my voice steady, though it reve

ee you're still full of fire. I like that." His voice was smooth, almos

that threatened to betray me. I had to keep my com

me. " You're delusional if you think I'd ever willingly m

from his face. "Watch what you say. I don't want to have to f

uckle. But I fought it back, pushing it down, focusing

ing darker, and for a moment

nd I held my breath, bracing mys

a folded piece of paper. Leaning closer, he hand

at the image-it was a picture of my m

s. "I suppose the woman in this picture is y

in, a cold dread wrapping around my heart. How cou

decide. Meet me downstairs when you're ready. But remember thi

ened the door, leaving me alone with my

Autho

door clicked shut behind the man,

into the

m his spot on a leather armchair

d man greeted, rising f

ous about this? Why marry her? She's not wor

his brow. "The tattoo on her arm belongs to a very powe

of the revelation settling in. "That's a bi

background check on her. DNA test, anything tha