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WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW MATURE CONTENT. I watched him kill three men without breaking a sweat. Now I'm trapped on an island with him. My crime? Walking two blocks alone in New York City. My punishment? Zade Konstantin—a killer with silver eyes who looks at me like I'm both precious and prey. My father's enemies want me. Not dead. Alive. To torture, break, and send back in pieces. I've seen the photographs of what they do to mafia daughters. The images haunt my nightmares. So now I'm hidden away on a Greek island with the most dangerous man I've ever met. He's supposed to protect me. Keep me safe. Maintain professional distance. Except the way he watches me isn't professional. The way his hands shake when he touches me during training? That's not distant. The way he groans my name through the bathroom door when he thinks I can't hear? That's definitely not just a job. I should hate him. He stalked me for weeks. Put a bag over my head. Drugged me. Made every decision about my life without asking. What starts as hate becomes hunger. Forbidden touches in the moonlight. His mouth on my skin. My body surrendering to desires I didn't know I had. He's teaching me that good girls can want dark things. That cages lined with passion are still cages. That falling for your captor might be the most dangerous game of all. Until I realize the man inside me, the man I'm falling for, has been my betrayal from the very beginning. Some men protect you. Some men destroy you. Zade Konstantin does both.

My sister leaves some last words before committing suicide, and everyone who sees those words die. My grandmother is the first to go, and then my father. In the end, even my mother jumps off a 30-story building. The reporters fall over themselves trying to score an interview with me, and the police interrogate me. Countless people want to know what my sister's last words are. However, I keep my silence until my sister's tenth death anniversary. I see a figure before her grave, and I'm agitated beyond imagination. I know it's time for death to take me.

My daughter, Tina, locked herself in her room, crying so hard her body shook. I pried the door open and saw that she was clutching a test paper that was torn to shreds and pieced back together. It was a math Olympiad selection test. She should have gotten a perfect score, but was given a score of zero instead. "Mom," she sobbed, "the teacher said 3x5 is not equal to 5x3; that it's taking shortcuts. She tore my paper up in front of everyone, revoked my eligibility for the competition, and told the whole class not to talk to me…" I looked at the deep red scratch marks on my daughter's wrist and immediately picked up the phone to call the principal. "What good does it do for your school's reputation to drive a kid who loves math to their breaking point?"

On Valentine’s Day, someone stabbed my mother-in-law twenty times until she died. So, I took the murderer to court. My wife was a renowned lawyer, but she decided to defend him. I confronted her in anger, but she casually replied, “Derek’s younger brother is still a college student. Can’t you be a little more forgiving? “I’ll bring Derek and his younger brother along to visit your mother’s grave. Drop the charges. Don’t let this go to trial and embarrass me when you lose the case.” Looking at the mangled corpse full of stabbing wounds, I could not help but let out a bark of laughter. It looked like she was still unaware that the corpse was actually her own mother.

I help my students gain admission to top state art academies, yet my boss, Sebastian Emerson, withholds every cent of the pay I earned from 24 consecutive days of overtime. When I confront him in anger, he accuses me of stealing 120 thousand dollars in training fees from the students. "Honestly, being poor is no excuse for being shady. And having disabled parents doesn't give you the right to steal. "You've got two days to pay it back! Otherwise, I'll make sure you spend a few nights in jail, and I'll even inform your parents!" When a student calls, he snatches the phone and starts screaming, "There's no money! All your tuition went into buying your art supplies! If you've got a problem, go ahead and sue me, brat!" Meanwhile, Jayla Buckley, who is curled up in his arms, keeps placing order after order of Chaennal haute couture without the slightest hesitation. Watching the two of them colluding so shamelessly, I grip my attorney license in my pocket until my knuckles ache. Take it to court? Litigation? That's my arena. And I'll make sure both of them end up exactly where they belong—behind bars.

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