ADRIAN ELLIS
Three years ago, she didn’t leave him. She escaped. He loved her like a possession—silently, dangerously. The Bratva always came first, but she was never allowed to come second either. When she cried, he ignored it. And when she tried to walk away, he locked every door except one—fear. So she ran.
About ADRIAN ELLIS
Three years ago, she didn’t leave him. She escaped. He loved her like a possession—silently, dangerously. The Bratva always came first, but she was never allowed to come second either. When she cried, he ignored it. And when she tried to walk away, he locked every door except one—fear. So she ran.