He Calls It Love, I Call It Prison
One kiss from Vincent, a ruthless mafia kingpin with eyes like midnight storms, thrusts Elena into a labyrinth of danger and forbidden desire. Kidnapped and dragged into the shadowed depths of his opulent mansion, she awakens to the patter of rain against grime-streaked windows, her wrists bruised from his iron grip. A captive in his world of power and vengeance, Elena fights to reclaim her freedom, her every defiant glance met with his possessive smirk. Yet, as their lips collide in a moment of reckless passion, she feels the pull of a connection she cannot escape—a descent into a hell of her own making. Beneath Vincent’s cruel exterior lies a fractured past, a secret that binds them tighter than chains. As rival factions circle like vultures, each kiss deepens the stakes, igniting a fire that threatens to consume them both. Elena uncovers a hidden strength within, but can she outwit the man who claims her soul? With every rain-soaked reflection in the mansion’s cold halls, she teeters between surrender and rebellion. Will she shatter his empire and flee, or will the intoxicating allure of his touch seal her fate? In this gripping tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, the line between captor and savior blurs, leaving readers breathless for the next twist in their twisted dance.
