Everything has a price … and I’m willing to pay.

I trust no one. I thrive with control and I’ve learned to be ruthless and cold-hearted. I’m not interested in love, but I still have desires.

That’s where Dahlia comes in. She’s never been a submissive before and I’m eager to train her. When I saw her on stage at the auction, dressed in gold, I knew I had to have her.

She was meant to be a distraction. Nothing more.

One lie changed everything. A lie she told to hide how broken she really is.

I own her for now. She’s mine for an entire month.
But a month isn’t long enough for what I want to do with her. I don’t care what the contract says. I bought her and now she’s mine.