"Some cages feel like safety… until you fall in love with your captor." Leona has spent her life escaping—from homes that felt like prisons, from scars no one sees, from a past that keeps dragging her back. At seventeen, homeless and hunted, she crashes into the life of Marco De Santos—a billionaire with ice in his eyes, secrets in his past, and a twisted need for control. He takes her in. At first, it’s charity. Then, it’s ownership. Marco is used to women obeying. But Leona isn’t like them. She’s fire in silk. She disobeys. She challenges. She learns him—in ways that terrify and undo him. What begins as protection becomes obsession. And when secrets unravel the truth about her parents, about his past, and about the dark connection binding them—everything explodes. As the world threatens to pull them apart, Leona must decide: will she stay the girl he saved, or become the woman who saves him? Because pleasure can heal... or destroy.
View MoreAFTER THE STORMLeona POVI woke up late that morning… later than usual. I don’t really know why, maybe because the rain had stopped in the night and the quiet felt too soft, like it was holding me. I just laid there for a bit, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember when peace stopped feeling strange.It’s funny, I used to wake up scared, like every sound meant something bad was about to happen. Now the only thing I hear is the seagulls fighting outside and the pipes groaning when the water heater kicks in. It’s weird, I like that sound now. It feels like proof that this place exists… that I exist.The apartment’s small, nothing fancy. Two rooms, one big enough for a couch that sags too much on one side, and the other just my bed and a mirror that came with the place. I never fixed the crack in the mirror. I kinda like it. It splits my reflection right down the middle, like it’s reminding me I used to be two people — the one that survived, and the one that didn’t.I made coffee, t
AFTER EVERYTHINGLeona POV Morning came too soft. The kind of soft that almost feels fake, like the sky forgot what storms were. I woke up before the sun really settled in, the sheets tangled around me like they were trying to keep me from getting up. My body felt heavy but my mind… it was loud. That strange whisper again, the one that had been sitting at the back of my skull for days — go back.I didn’t want to. God, I didn’t. But there it was, that ache that doesn’t shut up no matter how much peace you pretend to have. I laid there staring at the ceiling, tracing the cracks like they might spell out something, and all I could think about was that house. The estate. The one I swore I’d never see again.But it wasn’t the house really. It was him. I really needed to see him.I guess cassie was right, even if it was for one last time.I got up slow, my legs shaky. I didn’t even eat, just threw on jeans and that white shirt I liked because it made me feel lighter. The locket hung cold
LETTING GO OF MY OLD SELFLeona POVI had just stepped out of my therapy class. Marco was still at the waiting room waiting patiently for me. Smiling he walked up to where I stood, I didn’t think he’d really mean it when he said it, “Let me take you out, Leo. Dinner treat, just us”It sounded like something out of a different life, one I barely remembered anymore, a world before therapy, before nightmares had faces and names.He looked… soft, almost. Or maybe I was just tired, too tired to see the sharpness in him.“Ready?” he asked. His voice wasn’t rough like before, just careful, like I might shatter if he said the wrong word.“I think so,” I replied, even though I wasn’t. My hands still shook when I held my small clutch bag, and the walls still moved sometimes when the room went too quiet. But I wanted to try. Maybe because of him, or maybe because I wanted to feel human again.----The restaurant was too warm. Or maybe it was just me. The air felt thick, like it had been holdin
LETTING GO OF MY OLD SELFLeona POVI had just stepped out of my therapy class. Marco was still at the waiting room waiting patiently for me. Smiling he walked up to where I stood, I didn’t think he’d really mean it when he said it, “Let me take you out, Leo. Dinner treat, just us”It sounded like something out of a different life, one I barely remembered anymore, a world before therapy, before nightmares had faces and names.He looked… soft, almost. Or maybe I was just tired, too tired to see the sharpness in him.“Ready?” he asked. His voice wasn’t rough like before, just careful, like I might shatter if he said the wrong word.“I think so,” I replied, even though I wasn’t. My hands still shook when I held my small clutch bag, and the walls still moved sometimes when the room went too quiet. But I wanted to try. Maybe because of him, or maybe because I wanted to feel human again.----The restaurant was too warm. Or maybe it was just me. The air felt thick, like it had been holdin
MEETING A THERAPISTLeona POV I didn’t wanna go, not really. I voluntarily agreed because Marco wouldn’t stop looking at me like like I was some cracked thing he couldn’t glue back together but was still trying anyway and I could really see through his struggles.Morning light was already cutting through the curtains when I sat on the edge of the bed. My legs felt heavy. My chest too. Everything just… weighed. Marco was still in the shower, steam crawling out under the bathroom door, and I just stared at my reflection in the mirror across the room. My hair was a mess, mascara still smudged from last night — from crying, from everything.He said therapy would help. He said it like it was simple. Like sitting in front of some stranger and ripping my chest open would make me better.Better.What even is that anymore?I tried to breathe but my throat felt thick. The air stuck there like glue. I kept hearing Giovanni’s voice in my head — that lazy, calm way he talked, like the world was
I NEED A THERAPIST Leona POVMy body was shivering aimlessly as I woke up gasping again. My whole body felt cold, even as I felt the warmth of Marco beside me. I don’t know why he came to sleep beside me, I know he might have been worried that I locked myself all day. I just turned my face to where he laid, his arms was wrapped around me.\Then I laid still to feel the quietness of the room. The kind of quiet that makes your heart thump louder, like it’s trying to warn you about something. I didn’t even know what time it was. Morning? Night? It didn’t matter. It all just… blurred together lately.And then it hit me, like a slap from nowhere — the memories. The lights. The stage. That damn pole. The smell of sweat and perfume and shame all tangled together. It’s funny how your brain waits till you’re calm to throw you back into the fire. I used to think I buried that part of me, the stripper, the girl who smiled at men she hated just to survive. But she’s still there. She never left
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