THE GOLDEN CAGE
The heavy, expensive scent of cedarwood and cold leather that radiated from his tailored bespoke suit filled the small enclosure, a constant reminder of the absolute trap she had just walked into.
*Thirty million dollars.*
That was the price of her freedom, the price of her father’s life, and now, the exact value placed on her absolute submission.
A soft, digital chime echoed through the enclosure as the elevator doors slid open, revealing the grand entrance of the Vance Tower Penthouse. Vivian took a tentative step forward, her heels clicking softly against the polished black marble floor. She paused, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the space.
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