My Fake Love Ended His Empire
Language: en
The blinding, surgical glare of the compound's floodlights violently pulled me back to consciousness. The man who had been my fiercely devoted boyfriend for the past three years was standing over me. He wore a razor-sharp black suit, a Cuban cigar clamped between his teeth, and a gaze so frigid it felt like physical trauma. "Welcome to my kingdom, little princess," he said. The voice belonged to a stranger. It suffocated the air right out of my lungs. Trembling, my voice breaking, I asked him who he was. He gripped my chin, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my jaw, and…