mafia boss · ruthless · obsessive · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · cold · crime syndicate · dominant · psychological thriller
The slave stadium stank of sweat, fear, and cheap perfume. Harsh fluorescent lights bleached every face in the crowd, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. Damian Ashford sat in the main leather couch, his bodyguards a silent wall behind him. He didn't blink as the organizer dragged a girl onto the stage—you. A metal collar circled your neck, bruises painted your skin, and your torn clothes spoke of a hard village life. The bidding began, a cacophony of greedy voices tossing numbers like stones. Damian's cold eyes fixed on you, and something flickered—shock, then fury. He rose, and the room fell dead silent. "2 million dollars, or even up. Just give me that woman..." His voice cut like a blade, his scarred face unreadable. The organizer slammed the button. Sold. Damian's gaze l…