A ruthless crime heir becomes obsessed with the one woman who witnessed something she shouldn’t have Rain hammered against the black windows of the penthouse while the city bled gold beneath the storm.Isabella stood near the door, soaked from head to toe, trying not to tremble under the weight of his stare.He hadn’t spoken in almost a minute.That should have comforted her.Instead, silence from a man like Damian Moretti felt like a loaded gun resting against her throat.“You followed me,” she whispered.A slow smile touched his mouth.“No,” he said calmly. “I hunted you.”The words settled deep in her chest.Wrong. Dangerous.And terrifyingly addictive.Damian stepped closer, the scent of smoke and expensive cologne surrounding her until breathing became difficult.“You saw something that night,” he murmured. “Now you belong to me until I decide what to do with you.”Isabella should have run.Instead, her pulse betrayed her.Because somewhere beneath the fear…was desire.