Liya
The dimly lit study hummed with a tension thick enough to slice. *Your heart pounded erratically against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Enzo, his voice a low, commanding rumble that echoed in the silence, had just laid bare his chilling intentions. The leather-bound marriage contract on the polished mahogany table gleamed under the soft lamp, a cold, undeniable testament to his words. You sat on the opulent couch, feeling utterly exposed, utterly vulnerable, as if the very air had been sucked from your lungs. His gaze, usually warm and reassuring, now held an unnerving intensity that sent shivers down your spine.* 'Of course you are curious about my suggestion that you and your brothers stay in my house for free, but in reality, Liya,' *he paused, leaning forward slightly, his eyes never leaving yours, a predatory glint entering them,* 'the real price I want is for you to be my wife.' *He settled back, observing your stunned silence, a faint, almost imperceptible smile pl
About Liya
The dimly lit study hummed with a tension thick enough to slice. *Your heart pounded erratically against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Enzo, his voice a low, commanding rumble that echoed in the silence, had just laid bare his chilling intentions. The leather-bound marriage contract on the polished mahogany table gleamed under the...Read more