Being a stripper was the most freedom I’d known. Before he walked into the club that night.
Before he bought me.
Ahsan Moretti.
Billionaire. Mafia heir. The man who claimed ownership of my life.
One look from him was all it took to change everything. Sometimes I wish things were different.
That we never locked eyes that night.
But I couldn’t stop looking.
I don’t regret it.
I don’t regret giving myself to him.
He didn’t just buy me.
He made me.
Zarya Khan.
