He let me go once. He swore it would never happen again. Five years ago, I left Christian Dev Rani with a shattered heart, a wedding ring in a box, and a best friend on my arm. I thought I chose love. I thought walking away from the man who owned the city but terrified my soul was freedom. I was wrong. Now he’s back—richer, colder, more dangerous than ever. He’s a ruthless lawyer turned corporate king, and I’m nothing more than the unfinished chapter he’s rewriting in blood and silk sheets. I thought I could move on with Charlie. I thought the past would stay buried. But Christian has always been good at digging up what doesn’t belong to him anymore—and taking it back without asking. “You were mine before you knew how to love,” he says, fingers on my skin like a sentence I never signed. “And I’ll make sure no one else ever calls you theirs again.” He bought the building I work in. He rewrote my contract. And then he made sure I’d never leave him—by putting his child inside me. This isn’t a love story. It’s a war between obsession and guilt, between the man I thought I hated and the one I was never allowed to forget. And the worst part? I’m not sure I want to run anymore.