LOGINEthan Vale was the golden heir to a fortune, a boy who had everything until his own blood turned against him. Framed for the brutal murder of his parents by his uncle and brother, Ethan was cast into the depths of Metropolis Prison to rot. Beaten, starved, and forgotten, he waited for a death that wouldn't come. Then, the shadows parted. Enter Damien Blackwood. Known in the underworld and the boardroom as the "Living Yama," Damien is a billionaire whose mercy is non-existent and whose power is absolute. He walks into Ethan’s cell with a contract that defies logic: "Marry me, and I will give you the heads of those who destroyed you." Ethan isn't gay, and he doesn't trust the monster standing before him. But with a death sentence hanging over his head and a burning thirst for revenge, he signs his soul away. What starts as a cold, business transaction between a broken prisoner and a heartless tyrant soon spirals into something far more dangerous. As Ethan is transformed from a "prison rat" into the pampered, untouchable spouse of the Living Yama, the lines between hatred and obsession begin to blur. Damien promised to help Ethan destroy the Hales, but Ethan is beginning to realize that the most dangerous place in the world isn't a prison cell it’s in the arms of the man who owns him.
View MoreEthan froze at the door, hearing the apology made his eyes widen in pure shock. He slowly turned back to look at the man behind the desk, wondering if he had heard correctly."I'm sorry for strangling you," Damien said, his voice level. "It wasn't intentional, it was out of instinct."Ethan froze. He felt like the world had just shifted on its axis. He was beyond surprised that the Living Yama—the man who ruled with an iron fist and showed no mercy—had just apologized.Did he just apologize to me? Ethan thought to himself, his mind reeling. He couldn't believe it. He searched Damien's face for a sign of a joke or a trap, but there was none.Damien didn't let the silence last long. He pressed on, his gaze narrowing slightly. "So? Do you forgive me?"Ethan’s mind went into overdrive. Of course I forgive you, like I would ever tell you I don't! That was the truth—there was no way he was going to tell Damien Blackwood to his face that he held a grudge. He didn't have a death wish. Even if
Ethan felt a hand on his face and his eyes snapped open instantly. "What the fuck!" He hadn't expected to see Damien looming directly in front of him. Heart hammering against his ribs, Ethan scrambled back against the cushions of the couch, quickly sitting up. The last traces of sleep vanished from his face, replaced by pure shock. Seeing that he was awake, Damien quickly pulled his hand back, sliding it casually into his pocket as if he hadn't just been touching the boy's hair. Ethan, now seated properly and trying to regain some dignity, looked at the floor before meeting Damien’s gaze. "Good afternoon, sir," Ethan stammered. "You... you called for me?" Damien didn't answer immediately. He turned away, walking toward his massive desk with a slow, predatory grace. He sat in his leather chair, his gaze fully focused on Ethan, saying absolutely nothing. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Ethan felt himself starting to sweat under that intense stare. Isn't he going
The final bell of the day usually felt like a victory, but for Ethan, it sounded like a death toll. He walked toward the school exit, his stomach tied in knots. He had no idea how he was going to face Damien, let alone ask the man to tutor him. It felt like crawling back to a lion and asking it to teach you how to hunt. As he stepped out into the parking lot, the familiar black sedan was already idling at the curb. He didn't even look at the driver’s side as he pulled the back door open and slid into the leather seat. He just let out a long, shaky breath and leaned his head back. "Elijah, I need a favor," Ethan said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sir, Mr. Elijah is busy with some official work at the office," a voice replied, Ethan froze. That wasn't Elijah. It wasn't even Reiner’s low, gravelly tone. It was a voice he didn't recognize at all .Ethan snapped his eyes toward the rearview mirror. He couldn't see the man's full face, only a pair of dark sunglasses.Where's Elijah?" Et
Ethan entered the school premises and headed straight to class. He settled into his seat for Accounting; since he was the only one among his friends taking the course, he sat alone, trying to concentrate. However, he could feel stares coming at him from every angle of the room. It was suffocating.When his pen slipped off his desk and rolled away, he stretched to pick it up, but a female coursemate beat him to it. He looked at her, forcing a small, polite smile. "Thanks for helping me. Can I have my pen back?"The girl gave him a flirtatious smile. "Of course. I’ll hand it over to you," she said, using the pen to twirl a lock of her hair.Ethan felt a surge of irritation. Between the guilt eating at him from his conversation with Elijah and the lingering trauma of the past few days, his patience was non-existent. The girl giggled, clearly enjoying the attention. "If you want it, come and get it," she challenged, dropping the pen onto the empty seat beside her and patting it for him to
Ethan heard Stephen's voice behind him the very voice he had been trying to avoid.Then he turned back."I knew it!" Stephen exclaimed, his face lighting up with polished warmth. "I knew I’d recognize that golden hair anywhere."The hair again, Ethan thought bitterly. First thing tomorrow, I’m dyin
Damien got into the car, aware that Ethan was behind him. Earlier, he had spoken with Elijah and made it clear that Ethan was to be taken elsewhere after the press conference, Damien had other matters to attend to. When Elijah relayed this to Ethan, Damien caught the flicker of disappointment on hi
The interior of the SUV was a silent vault, but inside, Ethan was a storm. His palms were slick against the fabric of his school trousers, and his heart felt like a trapped bird beating against his ribs. He had been informed that he was going to the press conference."Don’t say anything irrational,
Nathan stepped out of Stanley’s room, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind him. The air in the hallway felt tainted, thick with the smell of cheap cigars and the lingering tension of their plotting. He took a breath to steady himself, but as he turned, he froze.Standing in the shadows of the ga






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