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The first time my husband handcuffed me, he was crying."I'm sorry," Hadrian Voss whispered, the steel still warm from his hands. "I'm so sorry, my love."I stared at the chain. One bracelet on my wrist. The other locked around the leg of a sideboard that had once belonged to a French duke, in a penthouse that sat on the top four floors of the tallest building in the city. A building with my husband's name carved in steel letters above the entrance.Thirty minutes earlier, I had been the luckiest woman in New York.Everyone said so. The magazines called us *the fairytale*. Hadrian Voss, forty billion dollars of Voss Global, the man who bought failing companies and made them roar, and Elena Brooks, the gallery girl from nowhere he had married in a ceremony so beautiful it trended for a week. I had been Mrs. Voss for three years. I had never once been afraid in my own home.Then I walked through the door.---The penthouse was burning.Not with fire. With candles, hundreds of them, lini

Elena's POVThere are two kinds of silence after a man shows you his own face smiling at you from a security feed.The first is shock. The second is the one that comes after, when you realize you're still standing in the same room with him, and your body hasn't decided whether to run."Turn it off," Hadrian said.Reyes lowered the tablet. The screen went dark, but the image stayed burned behind my eyes: my husband's face, calm and tender and wrong, holding up the key to my handcuffs like a gift."Sir, I need to bring in the police. Or at the very least the board's counsel—""You'll do neither." Hadrian's voice had gone cold and flat, the boardroom voice, the one that made grown men stop breathing. "The footage stays between us. Lock down the building. Nobody in or out. Pull every camera from the last seventy-two hours and put them on my desk by morning.""Sir, with the vote tomorrow—""*Marcus.*"Reyes closed his mouth. He looked at me, a quick, assessing glance, and I understood two