The morning light seeped softly through the curtains, casting a pale glow across Alisha’s face as she slowly stirred from the remnants of sleep. Her eyelids fluttered open, the heaviness of the night still clinging to her in an almost tangible way. As the haze of slumber faded, the memories of the previous night rushed back to her, sharp and vivid, flooding her senses.
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She was the face on every magazine cover, the woman everyone desired. But to him, she was never just a model—she was his. When Myra agrees to a marriage of convenience with Asher Anderson, she expects a transactional union. What she doesn’t expect is the way his obsession burns beneath his polished charm. With every stolen glance, every jealous touch, Asher’s love grows darker, more possessive—and more deadly. Men around her start to disappear. Whispers turn into truths drenched in blood. And when Myra demands her freedom, she learns the terrible cost of being adored by a man who doesn’t understand love—only ownership. Now she lives in luxury… locked behind Velvet Chains.
This contains explicit content, relationship with characters.
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