LOGIN“I never let go,” he says to her, voice deep and intoxicating. “After you, there’ll be no one else. I’m going to want all of you. Every part of you, Sophia.” ~ Alexander Thorne is vice—danger wrapped in billions, immorality, and a smile that feels like sin. And unfortunately for Sophia Rose, he’s the man she’s been arranged to marry. Sophia may be young, spoiled, and rich, but she’s done having her life dictated for her. With her father’s crumbling empire and society waiting to feast on their downfall, she’s got only two escape routes: RUN or be SOLD. No one warned her that Alexander would become her weakness. She shouldn’t want a man like him. Marrying him shouldn’t even be an option. But, Alexander is so deliciously irresistible. He makes it his mission to claw his way into her heart, her thoughts, her fears. Every private moment with him leaves her breathless, wanting more, and tangled deeper in his hands. By the time she realizes that he’s the thorn that will ruin her, she’s far too trapped to run. ~ Content Warning: This book contains mature and sensitive themes, including sexual sins, exploitation, and manipulation, addiction, trauma, violence, and emotional struggles. These topics are portrayed with honesty and care. Characters wrestle with serious issues on their journey to healing and light. Intimate scenes are sensual but not explicit. Please, read with discernment.
View More“Let me touch you the way you touched me…” He began after a pause. “Take off your bra, Sophia.”
Were these the words that changed everything for Sophia? I think not. This twisted, yet beautiful chase started way before this day. Way before she ever found out that she was arranged to marry him in seventy-four days.
‘He said no sex until we get married, but why are we doing this?’ Sophia thought, as her head went white with shock. Despite her attraction to her fiancé, she couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Come here.” He said.
“I’ve not—”
“It’s okay. Just come.”
She obeyed, moved slowly, and sat back in his lap.
But he wrapped his arms around her. Her body grew tense instantly. Unsure and wanting, she clenched her fist.
“Relax, Sophia,” he whispered while pulling her against his chest and noting the rapid rise and fall of hers. “You have nothing to be worried about… You made me feel good. I want to make you feel better… Okay?”
She nodded without meaning to.
Despite the noise in her head, in a few minutes, she did as he asked—peeled off her bra and chose to feel better.
After all, what was she expecting when she followed a seducer home? A week ago, he’d given her a teaser. Eight months ago, he’d given her his number.
“You done?”
“Mm,” She could only mumble.
“Sit with your knees out. Back against my chest.”
Sophia did so clumsily.
The second his bare hands slithered into her dress from the halter opening, her breath fractured.
He covered her completely.
Her hands lifted to touch his, to slow him a little. But—
“Don’t do anything until I say you should,” he breathed in her ear. “Just feel.”
A moan came out of her. Heat filled her up, and soon, she started to melt.
He talked her through it, praised her through it, and stayed as her guide as she experienced something new.
It felt wrong yet wonderful at the same time.
“Don’t stop moving… ” He murmured just before her body went still.
Piece by piece, she was losing brain cells. Every inch of her felt tuned to him, helpless. But he wasn’t relenting just yet.
“Grip my leg, Soph…”
She couldn’t feel her hands. She was almost gone.
He kissed her cheek.
Sluggishly, her hands found his thigh, holding on as she sighed.
“Glide.” His voice dropped, scraping sinfully down her spine. “Easy, slowly…”
And this was all it took to blur the line between choice and obedience.
She moved when he pushed her forward. If only she knew that after this, resistance would no longer be simple.
“That’s my girl.” He whispered, stroking her arms gently. He’d successfully let her into his world and planted a seed of obsession in her.
From this day, Pandora’s box opened up, and by the time Sophia understood what escaped, the wrong eyes were already watching.
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One week ago…
Alexander’s POV“Guess,” Sophia says.Wine? I think, still staring at it. But it’s a much bigger bag to hold only a single bottle of wine. I shift my eyes back to her and smile, my gaze slowly lowering to her lips. I whisper, “Can I see it?”She nods, glee in her eyes.“I wanna kiss you on the way there…”A chuckle spills out of her. “I’ll roll us back to my desk and kiss you all the way,” I continue, shortening the space between our lips to half an inch. “You don’t think I can?”She’s still laughing. I take matters into my lips, eliciting giggles from her as I start rooting my shoes against the ground, one firm foot after the other, rolling my seat in the direction of my desk again. I coax her mouth open, tangling it with mine. The muscles in my thighs and hips are working overtime to keep me still sitting, when with every roll of the casters, I almost slide off the seat.Sophia slips down my thighs. She gasps, clinging tighter as I halt and hold her close, both of us laughing with
Alexander’s POVDean has cleared every photo from the coffee table. But my wife pushes the door wide and steps in, her smile slowly fading to a look of suspicious curiosity as she stares from me to Dean. Then her gaze drops to the envelope in his hand.I unbutton my suit, swallow, and step out from behind my desk, heading toward her. “My love?”Her mouth twists into a wry smile as she meets my gaze again. I note her full hands. In one hand is a baby-blue purse that matches the turtleneck she’s wearing, and in the other hand, a black medium-sized gift bag with pink ribbons. Long navy coat, and navy wide-leg pants. She strolls in slowly, heels hitting the ground with a sound that matches my heartbeat.Dean remains in motion, too. “Good evening, Mrs. Thorne,” he greets with a slight dip of his head, going past her.“Hello, Dean,” she eyes the envelope in his hand, her curiosity amplifying brightly in her light hazel eyes as her gaze follows it, even when he’s at the door.“Are you not h
Alexander’s POVAll day, it’s been one meeting after another, plus a lunch meeting with a politician. Now, my nose is buried in reports. My eyes are starting to strain, but I’m hoping to get through as many reports as I can before leaving this place. This is one thing I don’t enjoy, even though it’s one of my most important responsibilities. “Thank you,” I mutter to Leah as she drops my third cup of coffee for the day without a word and turns to leave. I pick up the small mug and take a long sip, my eyes still on the financial department’s dashboards and graphs, tracking cash flow runway, burn rate, and profit margins. It’s almost the end of the year. The 31st of January 2026 will make it exactly seven years since I became CEO. I started as CEO-in-training; thought I wouldn’t last a month. But here I am today, impressively still doing the same thing I’ve hated for seven years. I must admit, the past few months in this seat haven’t been all that bad. They’ve been my best moments in
Alexander’s POVThe meeting is adjourned after two long hours and thirty minutes. The ad is happening, and there’s still a lot more to go over with each team. But for now, I’ve got other things to do, like stealing a quick moment for a video call with my wife before my lawyers arrive to discuss where we are with finalizing the M&A. It’s taking so much longer than I could have imagined.I walk side by side with my secretary, listening as she walks me through the timeline of my packed day. My COO, CFO, and father-in-law are not too far behind, each occupied with their own discussions and responsibilities.“Set up another meeting with the marketing and PR team for today. I’ll see the manufacturing team tomorrow,” I say to her as we walk briskly.“All right, sir.”“Call my jeweler and tell him to send over some new designs I can pick from as a gift.”“Will do.” She takes note.“Reach out to DMI and let me know if they have a date already for the shoot.”“What shoot?”“Just call Dimitri. O
Sophia’s POVAlexander’s calmness fills the elevator like gravity. I stare at my reflection against the panel—blonde hair secured in a neat bun, my teal silk skater dress falling perfectly—a 360-degree improvement from the last time I was here.He slowly holds my hand and locks our fingers with gen
Sophia’s POV⁓August 25, 2025: Dimitri & Lena’s Wedding Day⁓It’s exactly one week since my failed attempt at running away. One week since my second and best kiss ever. One week since I got reintroduced to Alexander Thorne as his fiancée. And one week of receiving large rose bouquets from him daily.
Sophia’s POVHe’s got nipple piercings, a back half-full of tattoos, smokes cigars, swore never to get married, but says he’s marrying me in October.I’m the first woman he’s invited into his penthouse and bedroom; he kisses like a sinner and promises to show me things I can’t handle yet. He lies ef
Alexander Thorne’s POVPhone in hand, I tap a slow rhythm against the steering wheel, my gaze fixed on the pristine lineup of cars in my private garage. My mind is elsewhere.Dimitri left thirty-five minutes ago. I sent Garvey home, too, yet I’ve been seated inside the darkness of this car, waiting.






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