She was raised to be perfect. He was raised to destroy. The night he "saves" her... he marks her. Watches her. Breaks her slowly until love and hate blur into something dangerously inseparable. She thinks she's his weakness. Truth is... she was always his target. He didn't fall for her. He planned her. Now she stands at the heart of a game he set in motion long before she ever learned his name, a story where every gentle touch carries intention, every choice tightens the snare, and escape was never part of the design.

"Your worth is nothing more than that of a mistress- someone whose only job is to pleasure me in bed. Beyond that, you have no right over me. I am your owner. Whenever I want, however I want, I will use you. And you don't have the right to question me. That is your status-nothing more than a mistress." His words shook Kashish's entire world. Yet those words were filled with truth. She knew it-her identity had been reduced to nothing more than a kept woman, a mistress, and beyond that, she had no existence of her own. Still, Kashish refused to accept this reality. But the more she tried to run away from the truth, the more brutally it stood in front of her. Once, she herself had gone to that man as a prostitute, taken off her clothes, and asked him to be intimate with her. Then how could she now deny her own identity? There is much more hidden in this story. To know it all, read my story His Innocent Mistress.