For seven years she has been on the run with her child. From his father Jaden King, a dangerously handsome billionaire with a trauma that could give the devil shivers. It all started with a one night of mistake. And now he was standing in front of her. Still as insanely hot and attractive as ever. Eliana couldn't believe that after all these years he still made her knees weak and her innermost part wet. He had demanded a marriage contract with no room to wiggle free. She was trapped, but not her voice. “You may own my body, Jaden,” Eliana hissed, venom dripping from every word, “but you will never have my soul. You can chain my flesh, but the part of me you crave will always spit in your face.” She turned, her silken gown catching the light as she swept through the golden doors of his mansion, leaving him carved open with fury—and something even more dangerous: desire.