Six months later.
The grandest estate in Cresthill was lit from end to end.
This place had once been the Blackwell family's ancestral home.
Now, it was my new cage, and Lucian's too.
I wore an expensive silk nightgown and lounged lazily on the chaise lounge by the floor-to-ceiling windows, swirling wine from a six-figure bottle of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti in my glass.
The heavy oak door to the bedroom was gently pushed open.
Lucian, the CEO of Ascendant Capital, had just appeared on the evening business news, decisive and terrifying enough to make countless business titans tremble. Now, he walked in wearing only a thin white shirt.
He entered with his head bowed, carrying a basin filled with warm water at just the right temperature.
Skillfully, he knelt on one knee beside my fee
