Meet Lalisa Manoban, known to the world as LISA, a top supermodel with a deep dislike for men who cross the line.
But everything changes when she meets a mysterious man-one who carries an air of danger and power. She has no idea that this encounte...
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The place was silent, save for the soft rustling of curtains swaying with the wind. A dim sliver of moonlight filtered through, illuminating the vast and unfamiliar room.
I woke up slowly, my mind still heavy with drowsiness, my body sore as if I had been unconscious for days. A dull ache pulsed at the back of my head, spreading down my spine like a slow-burning fire.
Instinctively, I blinked against the darkness, trying to force my vision to adjust. But no matter how long I stared, the surroundings remained foreign.
Where am I?
My fingers dug into the sheets beneath me-smooth, silk-like. It wasn't my bed. It wasn't my house.
The scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air, blending with the cool night breeze. It was unfamiliar yet oddly calculated, as if the space had been curated specifically to be comfortable yet unrecognizable.
A flicker of memory surfaced-the party, Jennie, the loud music, the alcohol. I had left early. I remembered reaching my car, unlocking the door-
Then, nothing.
A sharp inhale.
The realization struck me like a bullet.
I've been kidnapped.
The thought sent a surge of adrenaline through my veins. I bolted upright, but as soon as I tried to move, something yanked at my legs, pulling me back.
"What the hell-?"
My breath hitched as I looked down.
A rope.
Tightly secured around my ankles, digging into my skin. The realization sent a chill down my spine, but I forced myself to remain composed. Panicking wouldn't help.
I reached down, fingers clawing at the knot, but the more I struggled, the tighter it became. Frustration bubbled within me. *Damn it!*
I wasn't the type to cry, to break down, to show weakness. But this-this was different.
My heartbeat pounded against my ribs as I scanned the room, searching for any sign of an exit. The walls were lined with dark wooden panels, a chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, casting eerie shadows. There was a large door at the far end-closed. Locked, most likely.
A window.
My pulse quickened. If I could reach...
No.
Even if I did, I was on the second or third floor. Jumping wasn't an option unless I wanted to break a bone or worse.
A deep exhale. I needed a plan.
Suddenly, the door creaked.
So I stilled, but then I feel something nearing.
Footsteps. Slow. Unhurried. Confident.
The air shifted.
Then, a figure stepped in.
Tall. Broad shoulders. The darkness obscured his face, but the way he moved exuded control.
I clenched my jaw, forcing my expression to remain unreadable.
The moment his gaze met mine, I knew-this was the man responsible for my abduction.
"Who are you?" My voice came out steady, sharp.
He chuckled, low and taunting, stepping closer. The moonlight finally revealed his features-sharp jawline, piercing eyes, lips curled into an amused smirk.
"Hey, doll," he greeted smoothly, as if this was some casual meeting.
My nails dug into my palm.
"What the hell is this?" I demanded, my tone ice-cold. "Where am I?"
"Right where I want you to be," he mused, ignoring my question.
I gritted my teeth. "Let me go."
He laughed at that. A slow, deliberate chuckle that sent irritation crawling up my spine.
"You're bold," he said, taking another step forward.
I didn't move, didn't flinch. If he thought I would cower, he was dead wrong.
"You think you can intimidate me?" I scoffed. "I don't scare easy."
"Is that so?" His smirk widened. "We'll see about that."
I exhaled sharply. "Listen, I don't have time for whatever sick game this is. If you have a problem, let's settle it like adults. Untie me."
He tilted his head, as if considering it.
Then, in an instant, he was in front of me.
His fingers gripped my jaw, firm yet controlled.
I inhaled sharply, my skin tingling from the unexpected contact. His breath was warm, laced with something dangerous.
"Let me make something clear," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "You belong to me now."
I stared him down, refusing to let my emotions show.
"Fuck you." My voice was steady, defiant.
His grip tightened just slightly before he smirked, releasing me.
"You will," he murmured, turning toward the door.
I clenched my fists.
"See you soon, doll."
Then, he was gone.
The lock clicked.
The silence was deafening.
I sat there, my mind reeling.
I wasn't afraid.
I was furious.
Who the hell does he think he is?
I wasn't a victim. I wasn't weak.
And I sure as hell wasn't his.
Whatever game he was playing, he would regret dragging me into it.
Because if there was one thing I knew for certain-
