“The first time was a mistake,” he said quietly. His gaze darkened and there was a slight pause. “This time isn’t.” He added. A devilish smirk tugged at his lips. Kaia Montclair is quiet in a way that makes people mistake her for fragile, but she isn’t. She grew up inside the walls of a cathedral, carrying a brightness the world never allowed to exist. All she has ever wanted is freedom. One wrong moment changes everything. Suddenly, Kaia is in the hands of a man who never lets go of what he controls. Ivan Morokov is cold, ruthless, untouchable. A feared mafia head with a ruined heart, scarred by a past love that destroyed his ability to feel and swore he would never love again. He doesn’t make mistakes. Until her. At first, she is only an error—something that should not have been taken. But when Ivan discovers something about her past that can be used, Kaia becomes leverage instead of a mistake. “You are mine now,” he says. It was not mercy but ownership. But Kaia does not break. And Ivan does not remain untouched. Somewhere between captivity and proximity, something changes. She softens a man who thought he could never feel and he gives her safety she has never known: fearless peace. Then she understands — slowly, painfully—that nothing about her capture was random. And it shatters something inside her. Yet even in that truth, they don’t pull apart. Because when he looks at her again, and truly meant it “You are mine now,” he says again. But this time, it is not a claim. It is a confession. What begins as captivity turns into something deeper despite betrayal and buried truths, it becomes a soft, dangerous love they would never let go.