“My stepfather skimmed millions from the mafia and traded me to Dante Moretti, New York's most ruthless boss, to pay his blood debt. But Dante executed him anyway, and instead of letting me go, he locked me in his fortress as his personal property. I became a prisoner in a gilded cage. He controlled when I ate and slept, paraded me in heavy diamonds, and brutally murdered anyone who even looked at me. Even the only guard who showed me kindness eventually betrayed me, selling me to a rival gang to pay off his own debts. Dante slaughtered an entire warehouse of men just to get me back. He knelt in a pool of blood, his hands trembling as he touched my bruised face, claiming I was his only weakness. But his obsession didn't make me feel safe; it chilled me to the bone. I was never a human being to him. I was just collateral. A pet he wanted to own and lock away. So, during the chaos of a sudden blackout, I ran into the freezing night and never looked back. Three years later, I had a new name and a new life in London. When Dante finally found me, standing in my art gallery with graying hair and begging me to come back to be his Queen, I felt absolutely nothing. I calmly handed him an envelope containing every cent my stepfather had stolen. "The blood debt is paid, Dante. I don't want your money, and I definitely don't want you."”