In the underworld, trust is a rare currency - too valuable to give , too costly to earn.
Stella Anderson was never supposed to matter to Christian Knight.
She was merely a pawn in his game, a burden he reluctantly supported with money he barely noticed spending.
He often spoke harshly to her, shaming her for being weak, resenting the very existence that required his attention.
But trust? Trust was another thing entirely. He liked her, maybe even needed her, but could never truly trust her. In his world, trust could get you killed.
So when she finally walked away, disappearing into the night, he let her go—or so he thought. But the absence left him hollow, and the regret burned deep.
Now he has to find her, to beg for the one thing he never offered: trust.
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