LOGIN“Never touch what is mine, because I was never taught how to share.” For Dominic Blackwood, Sienna Moretti was his breath, his world—and the prisoner inside his golden cage. He loved her in a suffocating way, making sure no other man was allowed to hold his wife’s gaze for more than three seconds. But Dominic made one fatal mistake: he allowed Killian Vane, his best friend, to live under the same roof. In front of Dominic, Killian was the definition of loyalty. Behind his back, he was a devil, whispering forbidden words against the delicate hollow of Sienna’s neck. Beneath the possessive husband’s watchful presence, a dangerous betrayal ignited. As forbidden desire twisted into obsession, Sienna realized a terrifying truth—she was not being fought over by two men who loved her. She was being destroyed by two monsters who wanted to own her.
View More"You have ten minutes to get under the bed before the front gate explodes."The intercom died, leaving behind a sharp hum of dead static that vibrated inside Dinara’s chest.For two agonizing seconds, she couldn't move. Her mind spun wildly between the phantom sound of Rendra’s voice and the harsh reality of her wrist chained to the mahogany bedpost. Adrian had taken the key. The metal cuff bit viciously into her skin as she yanked at it, leaving a smear of red against the polished wood.Ten minutes.She lunged sideways off the mattress, dropping onto her knees on the cold parquet floor. Pain shot up her thighs, but she ignored it, stretching her free right arm as far as her shoulder would yield. Her fingertips scraped the edge of the Persian rug."Reach... just reach..." she gritted through her teeth, her knuckles turning white under the strain.Her middle finger brushed the sharp edge of the broken SIM card. She dragged it back millimeter by millimeter until she snatched it into her
"If I put a loaded gun in your hands right now... would you pull the trigger to end this war, or will you sit back and watch me put a bullet in Rendra's head tomorrow morning?"Adrian’s breath was hot against Dinara’s cheek, his fingers digging into her jaw with a pressure that turned her skin pale. The shattered remains of the satellite phone lay scattered around them on the parquet floor, silent witnesses to the hit contract she had almost unleashed.Dinara’s throat felt lined with glass. Her eyes darted from the lethal darkness in Adrian’s gaze to the small drawer of the vanity nightstand behind him—where she knew he kept his personal sidearm."You're a coward, Adrian," Dinara whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of the terror choking her. "You claim to have won everything, yet you're still terrified of a man sitting in a prison cell."Adrian’s jaw flexed. He didn't yell. Instead, he let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a cold shudder down her spine. He slowly released h
"He’s been on my payroll since the day Rendra was arrested," Adrian whispered, the smile spreading across his face like a slow-moving poison. "Now, shall we go home and see who really holds the power of life and death?"Dinara felt the last vestige of warmth leave her body as Adrian’s grip tightened around her waist, dragging her away from the ruined desk. The silence in the car on the way back to the cliffside villa was suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic, metallic clink of Dinara’s handcuffs against her thigh. Every mile deeper into the isolated hills felt like another nail driven into the coffin of her freedom.Once inside the master bedroom, Adrian didn't slam the door. He locked it with a soft, deliberate click that sounded infinitely worse. He shed his suit jacket, tossing it onto a leather chair before turning his dark, unreadable eyes toward her."The Swiss account, Dinara," Adrian said, his tone deceptively mild as he stepped closer, unbuttoning his cuffs. "You thought R
The drive back to the villa was a suffocating descent into silence. Adrian sat like a statue, the crumpled deposition still clutched in his hand, while the rhythmic clinking of Dinara’s handcuffs against the car door sounded like a ticking time bomb. Every mile further into the hills was a mile further from her salvation.Once inside the villa, Adrian didn’t take her to the bedroom. He dragged her into his private study—a room filled with the scent of old paper and expensive cognac. He threw the documents onto the mahogany desk and shoved Dinara into a velvet armchair."You thought you were so clever, didn't you?" Adrian’s voice was dangerously calm as he poured himself a drink."I thought you had a soul, Adrian. I thought this was about family, not just a stolen name," Dinara spat, her eyes red from crying.Adrian turned, the ice in his glass clinking sharply. "Family? My 'family' used me as a placeholder for a seat they never intended to give me. Rendra was the golden child because












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