Complete. Meet Jane. She is an ordinary girl who works at an ice cream bar. She has everything a girl could desire. A job, a loving boyfriend, a bunch of good friends. But one night everything changes when she goes drunk and meets her ex. After that everything turns around. She finds herself kidnapped by the cruel, arrogant mafia- businessman. Being a rebel she tries to run away but ends up running away from her troubled past. Once again Jane ends up drunk and finds herself in her own house. No she wasn't dreaming but after what happens she wish she was. Her love cheats on her, her past chases her and nobody is there to save her. ••• "Ya right! How could I forget I am nothing just a prisoner!" I shouted and stormed off to my room. I want to go out! I want some air! This house is soo full of... this house's air! I want to go out and see the air. I miss everything! The grass, the trees, the sky... everything! But... I am stuck here. With the mafia. With the killer Mike Woods. I miss my friends. I miss everyone. I want to go out. ••• This book is full of mistakes. Well, most of the time I stick to paper and pen. Please ignore spelling mistakes and weird language. And please do vote.

As a kidnapped victim of the one and only Jim Moriarty, you can't help but feel something when you're around him. Is this love real? Does he love you back? Or are you just another toy he'll one day throw aside? *Mature content warning* *I don't not own any BBC characters, if I did I'd be happy and rich* (Yeah, uh, side note: I started writing this when I was younger and at 1 am. So sorry if this is trash)

"Wait!" I called out to the dark shadow figure that was leaving without turning back. "Please," my voice wavered as I eyed the bleeding body that laid on the ground ay my feet. Swallowing the urge to vomit, I stepped over his body, reminding myself that the dead man was going to kill me if he wasn't dead. "Go home." The figure demanded in a low voice that echoed from the walls of the alley. I never believed in the stories about tall, dark-aura, scary men that roamed dark alleys like their home. The ones that wouldn't bat an eye at killing someone in order to get what they wanted. The ones who ran the most dangerous organizations, yet never got caught by the government security. I never believed that, it all seemed like a fantasy. That was, until it became my reality.

What happens when a very ordinary girl suddenly learns that she is the firstborn and direct descendant of a very powerful family? What happens when she is forced to marry her 'family's enemy, the McMillan's only son? This is the story of Demetria Dimple McGregor, and her life as she embarks on a marital journey with a total stranger who is proving to be even colder than when she first saw him.