TAKE BY THE KING

Lucinda Felicity lived quietly, believing she was invisible to the world. But for over five years, she had been the sole obsession of Jack Lucian Kingsley - a man of immense wealth, power, and cold determination. From his penthouse high above the city, Jack had watched her every move, studying her like a treasure meant only for him. She was perfect in her innocence, untouched by the chaos around her - and now, he was ready to claim her.
On an ordinary afternoon, weighed down by groceries, Lucinda entered the elevator, unaware her fate was sealed. Jack, flawless and composed, waited silently. As the elevator rose, he struck with chilling precision, pressing a drugged cloth against her mouth and nose. Her panic was brief, her body quickly succumbing to darkness. Jack caught her limp form easily, holding her close like a prize finally won. Without a single soul daring to question him, Jack carried her through the lobby and into his waiting black car. The city continued to hum blindly around them as he drove her to his fortress - a sprawling mansion hidden from the world, built to imprison and protect the woman he had chosen.
Inside his grand estate, Jack laid her carefully on silk sheets, his touch both reverent and possessive. She was his now. She had always been his. "My Lucy," he whispered into the lavish room, his voice a deep, claiming vow. "Mine. Always mine." Tonight ended her freedom - and began her life under his complete control. When she awoke, Lucinda would come to understand a terrifying truth: In Jack Lucian Kingsley's world, love wasn't earned. It was taken.