ログインThe days that followed felt like walking on a tightrope. Every morning, the same routine began: wake up, find Elena or Kiel already there, receive instructions, and spend hours studying the files and books he left for me. I learned more than just how businesses worked or how deals were made. I learned how to think fast, how to see patterns where others saw only chaos, and how to hold my ground even when everyone around me expected me to be quiet and obedient. Kiel kept his distance sometimes, giving me space to learn and grow on my own. But other times, he would appear out of nowhere, like he could sense when I needed him. He would sit with me in the library, watching me read, asking me questions about what I had learned, and challenging my ideas just to see how I would respond. “You think this plan is good,” he said to me one afternoon, pointing to a page in one of the reports. “But you missed the weak point. See here? This decision relies on one perso
Life inside the penthouse had settled into a strange new rhythm. It was a world filled with every luxury imaginable—soft silk sheets, fine meals, and views of the city that looked like a painting. But for me, it was also a gilded cage. It was beautiful, it was safe, and it was everything most people would dream of having. Yet no matter how pretty it was, I could still feel the bars holding me in. Every morning started exactly the same way. I would wake up to soft light coming through the glass walls, and before I could even open my eyes all the way, I knew someone was there. Sometimes it was Elena, my kind maid, standing quietly by the bed with fresh clothes and a tray of breakfast. Other times, it was Kiel. He would be leaning against the doorframe or standing by the window, watching me wake up. His eyes were always sharp and intense, like he had been waiting for hours just to see the moment I opened them. He never wasted time with small talk. He would walk straight to the bed,
Dinner passed in charged silence, broken only by the soft clink of silverware and the distant hum of the city below. The meal was exquisite—slow-roasted lamb, rich wine sauce, vegetables cooked to perfection—but I barely tasted a bite.Every time I looked up, Kiel was watching me. His grey eyes were sharp, assessing, intense. He measured every movement, every expression, as if I were a piece he was carefully shaping to fit exactly where he wanted me.“You eat like you are afraid to take what is yours,” he said suddenly, setting his fork down with a deliberate click.He leaned back in his chair, swirling deep red wine in his glass. The liquid caught the fading light, glowing like rubies.“I am not afraid,” I replied calmly. “I am simply not hungry.”“Lies.” A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. “A queen does not hold back. A queen takes, consumes, and demands mor
The heavy click of the bedroom door closing echoed through the penthouse, leaving me alone in the vast, silent living room. I stood there for a long time, staring at the polished floor, my mind racing with everything Kiel had said. Rules. Control. Ownership. He spoke as if I were nothing more than a valuable asset he had acquired, a prize he had spent years waiting to claim.But he didn’t understand—possessing someone’s body was easy. It was the heart and mind that were impossible to hold. And those, he would never get.I walked slowly toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, my reflection staring back at me—a woman dressed in silk, surrounded by luxury, yet caged more tightly than any prisoner in a dark cell. Outside, New York City glittered under the afternoon sun, millions of people moving freely, living their lives, unaware that just fifty floors above, someone was fighting to keep her identity alive.I traced the cool glass with my fingertips. It was thick, unbreakable, crystal clear
Morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the penthouse in soft gold and turning the city below into a sea of sparkling diamonds. But when I opened my eyes, the beauty of the view meant nothing.Because I was still trapped.Or so I told myself.Kiel was still asleep, his arm wrapped tight around my waist, his body pressed firmly against mine like a chain holding me in place. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my back, warm and strong, and I had to admit—despite everything—I felt safer than I had in years.But I would never admit that out loud.I tried to move carefully, sliding an inch at a time, trying to pull myself free without waking him. I had plans today. Plans that did not involve staying locked inside this golden cage.“Trying to run already?”His voice was deep, rough with sleep, and so close to my ear that it sent shivers down my spine. I froze immediately, not daring to move another muscle.“I am not running,” I said, keeping
Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy, charged with a tension so sharp it felt like it could cut through the expensive air of the penthouse.Kiel stood by the bedroom door, one hand still resting on the handle, the other holding his suit jacket over his arm. He looked at me, his grey eyes dark and gleaming, like a predator who had just found out his prey was not only capable of running… but capable of biting back.“I undress for no one but myself,” I had said.And I meant every word.I stood my ground in the middle of the vast living room, my chin held high, the heavy wedding gown still clinging to my body like a second skin. I did not look away. I did not fidget. I let him look, let him study me, and made sure he saw exactly what I was: not a frightened bride, but a woman who had just walked into a war zone and was already planning her strategy.A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. It wasn’t the polite, charming smile he wore for the cameras. This was raw, unfiltered, and







