As Kian continued detailing his plan, I found my focus wavering, my mind returning again and again to the intensity of his earlier confession. The raw, uncompromising possession in his voice had awakened something deep within me - a desperate yearning to be the sole object of his twisted obsession.I watched him intently, cataloguing every subtle shift in his expression, the way his brow furrowed when he grew frustrated, the way his jaw tightened when he brooked no argument. It was as if I couldn’t get enough of him, this dangerous, captivating man who had so completely ensnared me.Kian paused, pinning me with a piercing stare. “Isadora, are you even listening?” he demanded, a hint of annoyance in his tone.I blinked, realizing I had once again become lost in my own thoughts. “I’m sorry,” I murmured, forcing myself to focus on his words. “Please, continue.”He studied me for a long moment, his gaze searching. “If you can’t take this seriously, perhaps it would be better if you weren’

I woke up on the couch in the hallway, feeling disoriented and exhausted. The events of the previous night came flooding back to me, and I shuddered at the memory of Kian’s wild, panicked state.As I sat up, I noticed Kian kneeling beside me, his hand gently stroking my hair. I flinched instinctively, recoiling from his touch, and immediately regretted it when I saw the hurt flash across his face.“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “After last night, I…”Kian held up a hand, silencing me. “You have nothing to apologize for, principessa,” he said, his tone gentle but tinged with sadness. “I should be the one apologizing.”I couldn’t help but shake my head. “What happened to you?” I asked, my brow furrowed with concern. “It was like you were living a nightmare.”Kian’s jaw tightened, and he averted his gaze for a moment. “Demons from my past,” he said finally. “Memories that still haunt me, no matter how hard I try to escape them.”I reached out, tentatively placi

After my confrontation with Kian, I was a nervous wreck wondering what he might do next. But to my surprise, he actually agreed to my demand for no more intimacy between us. Kian made it clear that although he had purchased me from the auction, he wouldn’t force himself on me anymore if that wasn’t what I wanted. “Consider it a free choice, principessa,” he said with his signature smirk. “Though I must admit, I’ll miss having you warm my bed.” I shuddered at his words but felt relief that he was respecting my wishes, at least for now. Our relationship, if you could even call it that, would be strictly professional from this point on. The next morning, I awoke to the sound of insistent knocking on my bedroom door. “Up and at ‘em!” came Kian’s gruff voice. “Training starts at soon.” Groggily, I glanced at the clock which read 5:45am. What was he talking about? I pulled on some workout clothes and opened the door to find Kian already dressed in athletic gear. “Good morning, gorgeous

I took a deep breath as I walked onto the campus for the first time in months. So much had changed, and yet this place looked almost exactly the same as when I had left. Students bustled about, chatting and laughing as they made their way to classes. For a moment, it was easy to pretend I was just a normal college kid again.But I knew the truth - I was here on a mission. After my conversation with Kian, I had focused all my energy on developing the perfect cover story. As far as anyone here knew, I had taken some time off to care for a sick family member. Now I was back, ready to finish my degree.My first day went smoothly as I fell back into the routine of classes and studying in the library. Making my way to class, I spotted my old friend group by a tree. They fell silent as I approached, regarding me with a mix of pity and judgment. “So the prodigal daughter returns,” said Ryan coolly.“I’m just here to finish my degree,” I replied calmly. But Lauren stepped forward. “We were wo