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The man's confidence faltered, replaced by sudden unease. Ronan strode toward them, each step deliberate, measured. He stopped mere inches from the man, his expression unreadable, yet every muscle radiating authority. "She is my puppet," he said, voice low and dangerous. "Only mine. No one else has the right to touch her, to humiliate her, to claim her in any way." The man's face paled. He nodded quickly, backing away without another word, muttering an embarrassed excuse before retreating into the crowd.

I asked. The driver nodded. I wandered into a small plant shop, my eyes landing on a display of Lucky Bamboo. A smile tugged at my lips. “This one,” I told the owner. After paying, I handed the plant to my bodyguard. “Let me hold it, ma’am,” he said politely. “Thank you--” My words died as I bumped into someone, nearly losing my balance. My bodyguard caught my arm. “Oh! I’m sorry,” the man said. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

I listened intently, trying to understand the complexities of his empire. “As you know, I'm the most powerful and influential mafia lord in the city, not someone you fiddled with for any reason! I own and control more than half of the city! I always call the shots!” He disclosed, hitting his chest boastfully, basking in his pride. Irritated by his arrogance, glared at him and looked away. He still didn't stop. “I own the malls, the storehouses, the restaurants, the bars, the clubhouses, and other businesses! So many of them!” He continued, adding to my aggravation.

Damien's POV The penthouse feels wrong with someone else in it. Not bad, exactly. Just... occupied and no room to do as I pleased. This is my sanctuary—the one place where I don't have to perform, strategize, or maintain the carefully constructed walls that keep everyone at arm's length. The cleaning lady comes on Tuesdays. That's it. That's the full list of people allowed in this space. I don't even have a personal chef or a laundry lady that comes around.

I made to move from her but she grabbed my hand. “You can do whatever you want with me, Luca. You own me.” Those words drummed in my head and I froze. Slowly I turned to face her. “What did you say?” She swallowed and opened her mouth. “You own me, Luca.” My eyes remained fixed on hers. Every muscle in my body told me to act but I hesitated. Did she mean it? Or did she just say that because she wanted me to stop being angry at her? “Do you realize what you just said?” I asked, my voice dropping.

Was it ownership? Was Andrei just a sick freak playing dress-up with his human pet? Zane didn’t know. Didn’t care. All he knew was this: He was still here. Still breathing. Still dangerous. He opened the box. The collar gleamed in the dim light. He picked it up. It was colder than the last. Heavier. He held it in his hands like a crown. Then he put it on. Not because he was tamed. But because he wasn’t.

BIANCA Rob stepped in front of me, shielding me from the wild-eyed man pointing straight at my face like he had the right to exist in my space. “You fucking bitch,” the man spat. Spit flew from his mouth like venom. “You took everything from me.” Why the hell was security still letting him talk? They should’ve dragged him out the second he opened his mouth, but I guess it’s because he’s a connected man. “I’m gonna take it all back from you, you feminist cunt.”

Mango could tell that he was unwilling to sell the paintings as tears streaked across his eyes and Mango felt heartbroken at the sight of this. "Mr. Shen, you..." The owner of the pawnshop hurriedly came out to welcome Mr. Shen when he saw him. "Mr. Shen said awkwardly, ""I want to sell these two paintings... What's the price?"" " "The owner was stunned when he heard Mr. Shen's words and he asked in disbelief, ""Mr. Shen, do you really want to sell your own paintings? You should know that these paintings will be mine if you can't return the money by the deadline."""

What is wrong with both of them? How can they speak about me like I was some property? One bought me and the other owns me? How dare they? "Listen, both of you, I don't care what your name is. None of you own me. I am a person, not a property. I cannot be bought and you don't own me!" I yelled, my fist clenched, my eyes shooting lasers at the two men. The man turned around to look at me from the old man and I gulped. His gaze could make one trip and fall. I bit my inner cheek, not wanting to be the first to step back, I met his eyes.