He chose my mother to get to me.Dorian Voss is rich, ruthless, and terrifyingly patient. He didn't fall into my life — he built his way into it. Brick by brick. Year by year. While I was living abroad thinking I was free, he was watching. Planning. Waiting.By the time I found the room on the fourth floor — the wall covered in years of photographs of me, every city, every smile, every moment I thought was only mine — it was already too late.I should have run.I kissed him instead.Now my mother is planning a September wedding, my name is on his lips like a secret he's been keeping, and the most terrifying part isn't what he's done.It's that I'm still here.He's not a good man. He will never be a good man. There is no saving him, no softening him, no version of this story where he becomes someone safe to love.But he looked at me like I was the only thing he ever decided on.And God help me — I let him.For readers who like their love stories dark, their heroes irredeemable, and their heroines brave enough to walk into the fire with their eyes wide open.