"He owns my entire life."
Aria Vance sat on the edge of the leather sofa and buried her face in her hands. Her slender shoulders shook violently.
"Marcus Thorne controls my bank accounts," Aria sobbed, looking up at Ryan. "He dictates what I wear. He tells me what to sing. He even tells me who I am allowed to speak to."
Ryan Parker sat behind his glass desk. He did not hand her a tissue.
"You are the highest paid artist on the Global Records roster," Ryan stated calmly. "You generated two billion dollars in revenue last year."
"I am a prisoner in a platinum cage," Aria cried softly. Tears streamed perfectly down her flawless cheeks. "The money means absolutely nothing to me anymore."
"Marcus built your entire career," Ryan noted. "He funded your first three albums."
"Marcus takes ei
