He Bought Me for Revenge

The rain was pouring like the sky itself was mourning my ruined life.

Thunder ripped through the midnight clouds, echoing across the cold city streets. I stood on the wet pavement outside the towering glass monument of Voss Enterprises, soaked to the bone. The biting winter wind cut straight through my cheap, worn-out coat, but the ice freezing inside my chest had nothing to do with the weather.

In my shaking, numb hands, I held a crumpled, water-stained piece of paper.

A private phone number. A single name.

Alexander Voss.

He was my last resort. My absolute final hope. And irony was a cruel monster—because the only man alive with the power to save my family was the very man who had spent the last ten years plotting to tear us apart.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound of the ICU monitors from two hours ago was still ringing violently in my ears.

“Miss Kane, your mother’s kidneys are failing,” the head doctor had told me, his eyes full of hollow pity. “If we don’t perform the specialized surgery and clear her medical debt by tomorrow morning, we will have to discharge her. You need five hundred thousand dollars. Tonight.”

Five hundred thousand dollars.

I didn't even have fifty dollars left in my bank account. We had lost the family house, the car, our dignity—everything was gone. The only thing I had left to offer this cruel world was my own pulse.

I stepped through the heavy revolving doors of the building. The warmth of the marble lobby did nothing to stop my shivering. Water dripped from the hem of my jeans, leaving dark puddles on the spotless floor.

I walked up to the private elevator console and pressed the intercom with trembling fingers.

“State your identity,” a flat, automated voice spoke.

I swallowed the lump of glass in my throat. “Aria… Aria Kane.”

A long, suffocating silence hung in the air. For five seconds, I thought he would leave me to die on the floor below.

Then—ding.

The brushed-gold elevator doors slid open.

The ride up to the 60th floor felt like descending straight into the underworld. With every floor passing by on the digital display, my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Ten years. It had been ten years since I had last seen him. Back then, he was the gentle, golden-haired boy who played the violin in our backyard, the boy who used to smile at me like I was the only girl on earth.

That boy was dead. My father had killed him.

When the elevator doors parted, I stepped out onto a plush black carpet. The penthouse office was vast, dark, and dominated by floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the glittering skyline of the city.

And right there, behind a massive obsidian desk, sat the devil himself.

Alexander Voss didn't look up immediately. He was signing a document with a sleek silver pen, his movements slow, deliberate, and entirely unbothered by my presence.

My breath hitched in my throat.

Time had carved away every trace of the boy I once knew. In his place stood a predator. He was broader, sharper, his features sculpted out of cold marble. His jet-black hair was pushed back, accentuating high cheekbones and a razor-sharp jawline darkened with light stubble. He wore a bespoke three-piece black suit that cost more than everything my family had ever owned.

Finally, he capped his pen and raised his head.

His eyes met mine.

They weren't the warm hazel eyes I remembered from my childhood. They were steel grey. Frigid, ruthless, and filled with an ancient, burning hatred.

“You’re seven minutes late, Aria,” he said. His voice was a deep, velvet baritone that sent a violent shiver down my spine.

“I… the subway was flooded. I had to run,” I whispered, hugging my wet arms around myself. “Alexander, please…”

“Mr. Voss,” he cut me off without raising his voice. The correction was a slap to the face. “You lost the right to speak my name the night your father framed mine for embezzlement.”

A wave of shame washed over me. I lowered my gaze. “My father made a terrible mistake. But he’s dead now, Alexander. He paid for his sins with his life!”

“He died peacefully in his bed,” Alexander spat, rising slowly from his chair.

He was towering. Well over six feet, exuding an aura of pure, raw dominance that made the air in the room thin out. He walked around the desk, his expensive leather shoes stepping silently over the carpet until he stopped barely an inch away from me.

The scent of him hit me instantly—cedarwood, rain, expensive whiskey, and something dangerously dark.

“Your father didn’t pay for anything,” Alexander murmured, leaning down slightly so his shadow completely swallowed me. “My father died of a heart attack in a damp jail cell. My mother was thrown out onto the streets, coughing up blood because we couldn't afford her medicine. She died alone in an alleyway, Aria. While you were still wearing designer dresses.”

Tears blurred my vision. “I was fourteen! I didn’t know what he was doing! If I could change it, I swear to God I would—”

“I don’t give a damn about your remorse.”

He reached into the inner pocket of his coat, pulled out a thick, white folder, and tossed it onto the glass coffee table between us.

“Now history is repeating itself,” Alexander said, a cruel, mocking smirk touching the corner of his lips. “Your mother is dying in Room 402 of St. Jude’s Hospital. Acute renal failure. Total medical debt: five hundred and twenty thousand dollars. Outstanding balance due in exactly four hours.”

My knees nearly gave out. He had already checked everything. He had been watching my desperation like a hawk circling dying prey.

“You want my money?” he asked, taking half a step closer. “Pick up the file.”

My hands were shaking so hard I could barely grasp the paper. I opened the folder. At the very top, printed in bold, dark letters, was a heading that made the ground beneath me vanish:

PRENUPTIAL CONTRACT & BINDING MARRIAGE AGREEMENT

My throat closed up. I read through the frantic clauses—Duration: 365 Days... Absolute Public Fidelity... Complete Obedience to the Husband... Immediate Forfeiture of all Personal Rights.

“What… what is this?” My voice cracked, barely audible above the howling storm outside.

“It’s your mother’s life,” Alexander answered smoothly, resting his hands inside his trouser pockets. “You will marry me tomorrow morning at City Hall. For one whole year, you will be my wife. To the media, to the investors, to the elite—you will play the devoted, adoring bride.”

“And behind closed doors?” I asked, terrified of the answer.

Alexander’s cold grey eyes darkened with a savage intensity.

“Behind closed doors, you will be my prisoner. You will live under my roof, follow my rules, and obey my commands. You will experience every single ounce of humiliation, helplessness, and misery that my mother suffered because of your bloodline.”

He leaned in until his lips brushed against the curve of my ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps down my neck.

“I will not touch you with love, Aria. I bought you for revenge.”

He pulled back, his face an emotionless mask of stone. He reached into his pocket, drew out a heavy gold pen, and placed it forcefully in my wet palm.

“Sign the contract, Aria. Sign it, and the hospital gets a wire transfer of one million dollars within sixty seconds. Refuse… and you can go back down into the rain and plan your mother’s funeral.”

Tears spilled over my eyelashes, falling onto the crisp white paper.

He was offering me a choice between a living hell and a coffin for my mother. But there was no real choice. There never had been.

I took a deep, shuddering breath. With cold, unfeeling fingers, I pressed the pen against the dotted line.

Aria Kane.

The black ink soaked into the paper, sealing my fate forever.

Alexander watched the ink dry. A dark, predatory satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He snatched the document, slid it back into the folder, and buttoned his jacket.

He looked down at me from his towering height, offering me the coldest, most merciless smile I had ever seen on a human face.

“Welcome to hell, Mrs. Voss.”

[Chapter 1 End]