His Pray

Ashton Warner's name moved in whispers through guarded halls and shadowed offices. At thirty, he controlled a vast criminal empire built on precision, silence, and calculated fear. Rivals vanished from influence as quietly as mist at dawn. Tall, composed, and unreadable, he treated emotion like a flaw to be eliminated.

Stella Collins lived in light instead of shadow. Nineteen, adored, and sheltered, she floated through modeling contracts and college lectures with innocent certainty.

Their worlds were never meant to touch, yet fate was already drawing a quiet, dangerous line between them.