The Monster Who Became My Man

The silence in Damien Harrison' s penthouse was a heavy thing, pressing down on me. I was a ghost in this polished cage, a former bartender now a prisoner, all because my father' s death was called an accident, and Damien knew I knew it was a lie.

He walked into the room without a sound and told me to get on my knees, a command, not a request, then threatened my sick mother' s life and expensive new treatment for defying him.

Slowly, I knelt on the cold marble, the humiliation a burning in my gut as he watched with cold satisfaction, telling me to stay there because he had guests coming.