Y/N is twenty-two and drowning in debt after her older brother disappears, leaving behind unpaid loans to one of the most feared criminal organisations in the country. She has thirty days to pay. Instead of demanding money, the organisation’s ruthless second-in-command, Nicolas Laurent, offers her an impossible deal. She’ll work for him for one year. Not as a servant. Not as a girlfriend. As his personal assistant. The job sounds ordinary until she realises Nicolas isn’t a businessman. He runs the organisation’s finances, interrogations, and negotiations. Every day she sits beside him while politicians, rival gangs, and billionaires walk through his office. She hears things she shouldn’t. She sees things she can’t forget. And Nicolas never tells her why she’s still alive. Everyone around him believes she’s disposable. They place bets on how long she’ll last before she runs, betrays him, or gets herself killed. But Y/N refuses to be intimidated. She argues with him, ignores his threats, steals his expensive cigarettes just to annoy him, and slowly becomes the only person in years who speaks to him like he’s human instead of something to fear. For Nicolas, that’s the problem. He never wanted to care about her. The more danger surrounds her, the more possessive he becomes not because he owns her, but because he can’t bear the thought of losing the one person who treats him as more than a monster. Meanwhile, Y/N begins secretly investigating her brother’s disappearance, convinced Nicolas knows more than he’s admitting. She eventually uncovers the truth. Her brother wasn’t running from the organisation. He was running from Nicolas’s boss. Nicolas accepted Y/N’s debt not to trap her but to keep her where he could protect her. Now the organisation’s leader wants her handed over to silence what she knows. For the first time, Nicolas turns against the empire he helped build. To save Y/N, he’ll have to destroy everything he’s spent years creating.
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@qkxvzThe city is loud tonight. Sirens wail in the distance, a constant hum beneath the bass of a nightclub two doors down. Y/N sits on the edge of her bed, phone pressed to her ear, the landlord’s voice a dull buzz until the call ends.