Ten years ago, he was her shadow, a man willing to kill or die in her name, a faceless, nameless protector who lived only for her smile. 

But when betrayal shattered his devotion, his shadow twisted into something darker.

Now, Aurelia Prescott, once the pride of Everstone Hill’s elite, is nothing more than a puppet on a gilded string, her every move controlled by the man who swore he would burn her world to the ground. 

Alexandrez Kings, now a ruthless, domineering CEO and Billionaire, doesn’t just want revenge, he wants her. Body, mind, and soul.

Forced into a world of dark seduction and relentless control, Aurelia struggles to hold onto the woman she once was, even as she’s dragged deeper into Alexandrez’s depraved games. 

For every night he spends breaking her will, her defiance sharpens like a blade, dangerous, alluring, and irresistible.

World of power and pain, twisted desires blur the line between love and hate. 

But in the darkness, secrets stir, threatening to unravel the carefully crafted web of vengeance and submission.

As obsession burns hotter and boundaries shatter, Aurelia faces an impossible choice: succumb to Alexandrez’s darkness or risk destroying them both.


The Devil's Possession: Madness, Obsession and Hatred

Last night, the man had been far too forceful, leaving marks all over her hands. 


Now, dark blue bruises marred her skin. In her rush this morning, she hadn’t noticed the damage. 


And now, it was incredibly embarrassing for Aurelia that Alexanderz might see it. 


After placing the check on the table, Aurelia quickly withdrew her hand, pulling down her sleeves to let them hang loosely by her side. 


She was suddenly nervous, her body language betraying her discomfort. 


Alexanderz’s thoughts were interrupted by her actions, and he snapped back to the present. 


His momentary lapse was gone, and his expression returned to its usual unreadable state, his emotions quickly hidden from view. 


Raising his long, slender arm, Alexanderz picked up a plane ticket from the table with two fingers, holding it halfway in the air. 


His piercing light blue eyes scanned Aurelia, and his voice, cold and laced with sarcasm, slipped from his lips: "Miss Prescott is truly impressive. One hundred million in just one day. If our company’s public relations department had even half of your ability, I dare say it wouldn’t be the mess it is now. But Miss Prescott, while you certainly know how to make money, do remember to take care of your health. Otherwise..." 


He didn’t finish the sentence, but the implication was clear. 


The weight of his words settled on Aurelia’s chest, and her heart seemed to freeze. She could barely stand, her legs feeling weak. 


She gripped the edge of the table to steady herself, managing to hold her ground. Even if she were naive, she could understand what Alexanderz was suggesting. 


She hadn’t expected him to mock her so openly. 


With a flick of her neck, she straightened and stared at him, a defiant smile tugging at her lips. "Mr. Kings doesn't need to worry about that. Elia can handle it herself." 


The moment those words left her mouth, she saw a frown form on Alexanderz's face, and a strange feeling of satisfaction washed over her, like a child who had successfully stolen candy. 


Everyone else called her Miss Prescott, and her father called her by her childhood nicknames, "little El" or "little angel." 


But only Alexanderz had to call her “Elia,” something he had always resented. 


When they were children, she’d forced him to call her that, and the name had stuck. 


Now, it was a small victory for her, knowing that he couldn’t escape it. 


Her heart swelled with a bit of childish pleasure. 


Not wanting to linger any longer, she quickly addressed him: "I’m sure a man like you, Mr. Kings, keeps his promises. I’ll leave you to your work. Goodbye!" 


Without another word, she turned and walked away, not daring to look back. 


Her heart was pounding in her chest as she entered the elevator, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through her. 


She had escaped, for now. If Alexanderz had gotten angry, she didn’t want to imagine what would’ve happened. 


As the elevator doors slid open, Aurelia was met with a pair of pointed high heels, encrusted with gorgeous, glimmering crystals. 


The shoes looked expensive—newly released just the week before. 


Aurelia’s gaze naturally shifted upward, curious to see who the owner was. 


But when she looked up, her heart skipped a beat. 


Ella Can Handle Herself