As if being sold at a private auction wasn't enough.

The dark-suited thugs who brought me here gave me explicit instructions: play along, do as I was told, and don't ask questions. If I stepped out of line, they wouldn't just kill me—they’d pull the plug on my mother and erase my miserable excuse for a father.

And now? I was being commanded by an autistic heir who had just casually switched off his disorder.

I stood frozen in the center of the living room, staring at him. I was done being anyone’s obedient dog.

He paused at the edge of the staircase, turning his head to look back at...