"As you make your bed so you must lie in it. Pretty noble to sell your body for your brother. And you nearly lost your life for your cheap friend? A sacrifice must be your life motto. Who do you think you are? A saint?"
He captured her, and no way to escape this devil. In his peculiar way, both tough and gentle, she can only accept it and lower her guard down.
He was looking for someone who stole his disc and took someone who's just an ordinary and young supermarket staff. Her life totally changed since she met him.
He forces everything, including a three-year contract, to be his woman. Her enchanting beauty captured him, and the love-hate journey started.

“As you make your bed, you must lie in it. Pretty noble to sell your body for your brother. And you nearly lost your life for your cheap friend? A sacrifice must be your life motto. Who do you think you are? A saint?”
He captured her, and had no way to escape this devil. In his peculiar way, both tough and gentle, she can only accept it and lower her guard down.
He was looking for someone who stole his disc and took someone who’s just an ordinary and young supermarket staff.
Her life has totally changed since she met him. He forces everything, including a three-year contract, to be his woman. Her enchanting beauty captured him, and the love-hate journey started.

"This isn't love, Killian. It's obsession," I whispered in a shaky voice, my body still trembling from the wave of orgasm that had just hit me.
A dark grin curled his lips as he brushed my wet hair away from my face. "Then let me be obsessed."
Killian pressed a lingering kiss to my throat and I moaned, my eyes slipping close. "Let me worship you in the dark, if the light was never meant for men like me."
....
I should have known better than to sign his contract.
My new husband was never meant to be real. He was supposed to be a name on paper, a shield against the vultures circling my late husband's empire. An arrangement with an expiration date.
But Killian Cross doesn't let go.
He's ruthless, obsessive, and dangerously possessive. The kind of man who doesn't just own his empire. He owns everything in his grasp. And now, that includes me.
I thought I could play his game. That I could survive the year, take my freedom, and walk away unscathed.
I was wrong.
Because my contract husband has made one thing clear. I belong to him now.
But what if he's the real enemy hidden in the shadows?