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“Y…you, what do you want?” Ellen’s voice trembled as she looked at Ivan.“Come.” Ivan commanded as he tapped his laps.“No!” She rolled her eyes at him and stiffly sat on the dining chair.He continued, “You seem unfilial, your parents will blame you on their death bed. You are not considering them at all.” Ivan tutted as he gave her a wicked smile.Immediately, Ellen stood up and walked towards him hastily as her chest heaved in anger. “You bastard! Don't you dare.”As if not noticing her anger, he patted his lap, making his meaning clear.Ellen felt ashamed, she was being treated like he owned her. She turned her face to the other side to hide her tears and cleaned them. She turned back and smiled at him. She will never let him see her tears.In a fit of anger, she rushed towards him and pounded him on his chest.Ivan took advantage of that moment and wrapped his hands around her waist, not caring whether he was being pounded on the chest.He treated it like a feather brushing his c

Ivan’s mansion was located at the heart of Century Center. The most expensive residence in the United States. The black SUV entered a big tall black gate and came to a halt as it entered the garage. Ellen came down, surprise etched on her face as her gaze lingered on the mansion. Ivan smirked when he noticed her expression, didn’t bother about her and walked into the grand door. She slowly walked inside, her gaze still surveying everywhere.Inside, the air was cold, clean, and expensive. The floors were obsidian-polished stone that reflected low, ambient lighting. The walls wore matte charcoal with accents of deep mahogany. Every piece of furniture was handpicked, dark leather, sharp angles and custom built. Nothing was accidental.The mansion contained six bedrooms, ten bathrooms, a private gym, an indoor shooting range, and a wine cellar hidden behind a false wall. But Ivan rarely entertained. The massive lounge, with its low-slung Italian sofas and glass fireplace, was mostly silen

Ellen stood up as she made a beeline to the living room. She forced a smile as she made contact with her parents. Rose and Wills also gave a reassuring smile as if they had everything under control.Ellen knew they were pretending so she won’t care, she cleared her throat in an attempt to speak, “Hmm, hmm”“What is it?” Rose asked with concern etched on her face as she rubbed her back.She continued, “Mom, dad, I asked for help from Ricardo and he agreed to help us.”“What!” Rose widened her eyes in anger as she sobbed out loud. “My baby, we’ve put you in so much distress. This trouble was caused by me and your dad but we could not do anything to help! You had to shoulder all these responsibilities. Cries…my baby is now an adult.”Wills sighed as he shook his head. His baby daughter that he doted on and protected is now the one shielding their family from danger and protecting the company from going bankrupt.Ellen hugged Rose, “Mum, I can’t just fold my arms and watch our family fall

Ivan didn’t speak during the ride back home. He sat in the back seat of the black SUV, with his legs part and his fingers drumming once against his thigh before curling into fist.The moment he stepped out of his car, the night air hit his face — cold and useless against the fire raging beneath his skin.“Fuck,” he muttered, trying to adjust his suit jacket to cover the obvious bulge. He didn’t slow down and walked through the grand doors, walking hastily and made a beeline to the master’s suite.The moment the door shut behind him, he pulled his suit jacket off and tossed it aside, followed by his tie as he yanked it off his neck. He picked up the landline beside the bed, growling one word, “Maid.”He didn’t wait long. A soft knock was heard. The door creaked open. The maid stepped in, a young, well-proportioned at the where it matters, her eyes lowered to cover the smile on her face.“You called, sir?” she asked, voice polite, almost shy, but the blush in her cheeks betrayed her ant

A black SUV car rolled to a stop outside the Adams mansion. Not in the driveway. Ivan Vladimir didn’t like to get too close to dirt if he could avoid it. The gleamy tire came to a quiet halt on the gravel. He rolled down the tinted window as he looked at the mansion with disgust.The back door opened.A pale hand with long fingers pushed the door wider with precise, deliberate force. Then came a polished black shoe, followed by a tall figure in a fitted black suit. Every part of him looked expensive and dangerous.Ivan Vladimir.He was devastatingly handsome. His tall, lean frame with broad shoulders looked tempting under the black suit. His chiseled face features his ocean blue eyes, sharp jawline that could have been carved from stone, and his deep oceanic eyes which screams blue that scanned the world like a predator and a nose that looked so pointed that it could pop a pimple. His long hazel hair cascaded down his back leaving his high cheekbones and sculpted face on full displa

CONTENT WARNING:This story contains mature and intense themes: forced proximity, emotional struggle, possession, obsession and situations that some readers may find disturbing. The story narrative explores complex dynamics of power and non consensual scenes in fictional settings. Characters evolve and experience significant growth and transformation. Readers discretion is strictly advised.***~She was his collateral, held against her will. He was her captor, his obsession. From enemies to lovers, neither would walk away unchanged.~CHAPTER ONETHE COMINGThe staircase of the Adams’ mansion was structured in a curvy manner. The tiled floor shined faintly under the florescent light. Despite the beauty of the architectural style, the mansion felt void tonight – too peaceful, as if holding its breath. The air was thick and tense, conveying a sense of dread that clung to the walls of the mansion. There was a heavy silence in the mansion as it was past midnight. A man labored breathing a