Dysis Salmon has spent her life enduring her father's cruelty, a survivor in the shadows of his dark world. Her life, however, takes a terrifying turn when his debts become unmanageable; she is offered as payment to Alexander Levi, the most feared man in the city. Alexander is the untouchable, cold, and cunning ruler of the underworld. To him, Dysis is just another piece in the ruthless game he plays. Yet beneath his icy exterior lies a man haunted by his past-a past that begins to unravel the moment Dysis enters his life. Trapped in Alexander's opulent mansion, Dysis refuses to be a pawn. There is unquestionably tension between them as a result of her resistance to his authority. She learns, however, that Alexander is a guy who conceals suffering while wielding power as she digs deeper into his world. Dysis has to choose between running away from the guy who terrifies her and risking all to reveal the beast's weak spot as dangerous foes close in and hidden secrets threaten to come to light. Dysis and Alexander find themselves entangled in a perverse dance of power, passion, and treachery in a society where love is viewed as a weakness and trust as a luxury. One issue still stands, though, as the stakes are high and the boundaries become hazy: will they save or destroy one another? **There is a cost to everything. And for Dysis, the cost of freedom may be her heart.**
"Do you think your tears are important to me?"
His voice snapped like a whip. Sharp. Icy. A cruel echo off the concrete walls.
My knees scraped raw against the cold basement floor, the sting sharp as glass. I didn't look up. I couldn't. The silence I clung to was brittle, threatening to shatter under the weight of my breath.
But he didn't want silence.
"Answer me!"
A fist twisted into my hair, yanking my head up so fast I barely had time to gasp. My scalp burned. My throat closed. I choked on the cry clawing its way up.
His breath slammed into my face cheap whiskey and rotting anger. "Useless girl. Just like your mother."
That name. That curse. It landed harder than his grip.
My mother had vanished when I was five, slipping away like smoke in the night. I had spent years wondering if she ran... or if she was thrown away like trash. Either way, she was gone and I had been left behind.
He flung me back, the force of it making my spine crack against the stone. I caught myself on trembling elbows, lips bleeding where I'd bitten them.
"I do everything for you," he spat, pacing now, boots thudding like war drums. "And what do you give me? Trouble. Debt. Shame."
My throat ached with the scream I kept buried.
"You sit here like a damn stray, soaking up my food, my air, and for what?" His hands clenched at his sides. "You think you're above this? You think you deserve better?"
No.
Yes.
"I....." My voice wavered.
Wrong move.
He spun, faster than I could flinch, and slapped the words out of my mouth. My head jerked to the side, the metallic taste of blood blooming instantly on my tongue. The room tilted.
"You'll fix this," he said, quieter now. The kind of quiet that froze your bones. "You hear me, Dysis?"
He used my name like it tasted bitter. Like it wasn't mine anymore.
I blinked through the haze in my vision. "Fix what?" My voice barely crawled past my lips.
He grinned.
That grin turned my stomach to stone.
"Do you have any idea how deep I'm in? Huh?" He crouched, so close I could see the burst blood vessels in his eyes. "You did this to me. You were a mistake from the start, and now you're gonna fix it."
The walls felt like they were pressing in, squeezing the air from my lungs.
"I don't understand-"
"You will," he said, rising. "Soon."
"What did you do?"
That grin grew wider, stretched too thin. "I sold you."
The words hit harder than any blow he'd ever delivered.
The air disappeared.
"You-what?"
"You heard me." He pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tapped one out with steady fingers, lit it. "Guy's coming tonight."
The match hissed. The smoke curled. My world caved in.
"You're lying."
He laughed, loud and sharp, like the crack of thunder before a storm. "I don't lie about money, sweetheart. You're the last thing I have left to sell."
"No. No, I won't go."
"You think this is a choice?" He stepped over me, kicked the edge of my thigh, not hard but hard enough. "You'll go. You'll smile. And you'll keep that mouth shut unless he asks you to open it."
My skin crawled. The bile rose.
"Please don't-"
"Please?" His voice curled around the word like a sneer. "Now you beg? Now, when is it too late?"
I curled in on myself, shaking. He towered above me, a looming shadow that had darkened my life since I was a child. But this... this was something else.
A final betrayal.
"You should be grateful," he muttered. "He's not just anybody. He's powerful. Dangerous. Maybe he'll even like you."
I flinched.
His smirk sharpened. "Go get cleaned up. Don't embarrass me."
When I didn't move, he grabbed a handful of my shirt and dragged me up, shoving me toward the rusted basement door. My legs stumbled beneath me, barely holding.
"Go!"
I ran. Limping, dazed. Up the stairs. Down the filthy hallway. Into the tiny bathroom with its cracked mirror and rust-stained sink.
I stared at the reflection. My face, hollow-eyed and bruised. Hair a tangled mess. Shirt torn at the collar. Blood on my bottom lip.
This girl didn't look like someone about to be saved. She looked like someone being handed off to the devil.
I turned on the faucet. Water sputtered, then ran cold. I scrubbed my face until my skin burned, tied my hair back with trembling fingers, changed into the only decent dress I owned-a pale blue thing my mother had sewn when I was seven and I'd stretched into over the years.
I didn't look good. I looked like bait.
The moment the door creaked open wider and the unknown man stepped through, the air shifted. Thick. Sharp. Like the scent of storm-drenched concrete. The chill that had already settled in my bones turned icy.
He didn't look at me. Not at first.
He moved like a shadow that had learned how to wear skin. Confidence. Controlled. Silent in black Italian leather shoes that echoed faintly against the concrete floor. His suit was pitch black, tailored within an inch of his life, hugging broad shoulders and tapering to a sharp waist. A matte-black watch glinted under his cuff, cold and expensive. His presence swallowed the room whole, and even my father stopped pacing like a mad dog and straightened slightly.
But still, the man didn't look at me.
A lock of hair, dark as ink and slicked back with precision, glistened under the overhead light. His jaw was carved like something out of old marble, stubbled, like he hadn't bothered shaving this morning. Or maybe he never bothered at all. His skin was pale, but not sickly smooth and unforgiving. The kind of face you didn't forget even when you tried.
And then his eyes flicked toward me.
I froze.
They were blue. No, not just blue-icy, like the heart of a glacier that had never known sunlight. They cut right through me, not searching for anything, just confirming what he already owned. His gaze held no curiosity. No warmth. Just calculation.
He said nothing. Not to me.
He turned his attention to my father like I didn't exist. Like I was already his. Like the deal was done, and I was a checkmark on a list he didn't care to read again.
His gloved hand slipped into his coat pocket slowly, deliberately and he passed a folded piece of paper to my father. Money? Instructions? A contract?
I didn't know.
He didn't spare me even a glance as he murmured something too low for me to hear. My father grunted in response, a sick, satisfied sound, and stepped back.
And just like that, Alexander Levi turned away. Dismissed me without words.
But in that silence, I understood something deeper than any insult my father had ever spit at me:
To this man, I wasn't even worth the cruelty.
I was a transaction.
And transactions don't speak.
Chapter 1 The Fear of a Daughter
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Chapter 2 The Debt Collector
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Chapter 3 The Offer
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Chapter 4 First Impressions
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Chapter 5 A New Prison
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Chapter 6 Alexander's Command
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Chapter 7 The Dark Past
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Chapter 8 An Unlikely Ally
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Chapter 9 The First Escape Attempt
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Chapter 10 Lucian's Introduction
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Chapter 11 Cracks in the Armor
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Chapter 12 The Enemy's Shadow
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Chapter 13 The First Bond
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Chapter 14 The Hidden Room
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Chapter 15 A Dangerous Invitation
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Chapter 16 Her first Kiss
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Chapter 17 The Secret Letter
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Chapter 18 Betrayal's Echo
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Chapter 19 A New Beginning
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Chapter 20 Unspoken Truths
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Chapter 21 A Glimpse of the Outside
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Chapter 22 Unwanted Visitors
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Chapter 23 The Unspoken tension between them
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Chapter 24 A Tensioned Dinner
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Chapter 25 A Toast to Chaos
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Chapter 26 The Enemy's Plot
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Chapter 27 Fractured Control
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Chapter 28 Shattered Reflections
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Chapter 29 The Price of Betrayal
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Chapter 30 The Kidnap
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Chapter 31 The Hunt Begins
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Chapter 32 The Breaking Point
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Chapter 33 The Choice
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Chapter 34 Chains of Consequence
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Chapter 35 Shadows of Survival
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Chapter 36 Into the Abyss
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Chapter 37 Shattered Loyalties
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Chapter 38 Fragile Bonds
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Chapter 39 Whispers of Recognition
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Chapter 40 Vee's Backstory
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