Welcome To Your New Cage (1)

Millia’s POV

The floors of Blackwood Tower felt like ice beneath my heels as I walked toward my own execution. I was only twenty-four years old, and my life had been reduced to a single transaction: my body and freedom in exchange for my family’s survival.

My father’s empire lay in ruins, buried under mountains of debt owed to the one man who could destroy or resurrect us with a flick of his pen. Damien Blackwood. The devil in a bespoke suit.

I was ushered into his private office on the top floor, where floor-to-ceiling windows offered a godlike view of the glittering city...