a P

ith. I liquidated every asset he had signed over to me-stocks, a small art collection, the deed to a boutique

The Phoenix Foundation, dedicated to helping women escape powerful and abusive men. It w

rmed into the penthouse, his face a thundercloud of controlled fury. He

his voice a low, lethal rumble

I said, not looki

ion for triple what I'd sold it for. He didn't give it to me. He cornered me in our bedroom, his body blo

shoulders like talons, "stays on you. It is a s

was ownership. A br

. He gathered his inner circle-his Consigliere, Marc Chen, and his most trusted Cap

ed him on the back and made a joke about how he kept me on a short leash. The other men laughed. Their complicity was

Dawn" a constant, chilling reminder around my neck. Liam played the part of the dotin

rson to them. I was a beautiful, fragile object that belonged to

shades of orange and purple, a familiar wave of exhaustion washe

rmured to Liam. "I'm goin

in conversation with Marc. "Fine," h

lmost made me dizzy. I was utterly alone. And for the first t