Tagline: I was his trophy until I became his rival’s obsession
"I bought you, Sloane. I own the air in your lungs and the silk on your back. You leave when I say you're finished."
To the world, Arthur Sterling is a billionaire visionary. To me, he is the monster who keeps me in a golden cage—a trophy wife claimed as interest on my father’s gambling debts. I was a bird with clipped wings, waiting for the sky to fall.
On the night of the Sterling Gala, the sky finally collapsed.
Amidst a shattered chandelier and the screams of the elite, I traded my cage for a storm. I didn't run to the light; I ran to the one man my husband feared most.
Killian Vane. The Fixer. A man built of ink, scars, and cold, ruthless ambition. He doesn't save people—he breaks them. And now, he has the most valuable piece of Arthur Sterling’s empire sitting in his car.
Killian doesn't want my gratitude, and he doesn't want my money. He wants my husband’s ruin, and he knows I’m the only one with the keys to the vault.
In the suffocating heat of his penthouse, the air turns electric. There are no rules here—only a raw, ungodly hunger that neither of us can control. As Arthur hunts us through the city's underbelly, the line between my protector and my new captor vanishes.
Arthur wants his property back. Killian wants his revenge. And I? I’m done being a prize.
The debt is signed. The fire is lit. Let the city burn.