Zaikyaa
They said it was the only way out.
The Alcover family fell deep into a debt they could never repay - and the Vancaz clan doesn't accept money or property as final payment. They want something more valuable. Someone.
Eighteen-year-old Xhiannah Alcover - rebellious, chaotic, and too lazy to care about proper rules - is handed over as the price. Her new "owner"? Vincent Vancaz: twenty-five, cold, silent, feared by every soul in the underworld, with amber eyes that turn dark when he's serious and a scar that marks him as dangerous.
He never asked for a wife. He never wanted her. But a deal is a deal, and debts must be collected.
To him, she is nothing but collateral.
But what happens when the thing you only meant to keep... becomes the only thing you refuse to let go?
Cold rules. Chaotic spirit. A contract written not in ink, but in control.
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"He gave me a nice compliment, while you didn't?
Damn, bro, that actually hurts. Am I not sexy enough for you, Vincey?"
I teased him, acting completely unbothered by the fact that we had both almost died.
Vincent didn't look at me. He calmly reached for his glass of red wine, his stony profile completely ignoring my nudge.
"You are collateral, Alcover."
he murmured, his voice flat, ruthless, and devoid of any warmth.
"Nothing more."
I rolled my eyes, leaning back.
"You really are a party pooper, you know that?"