Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire's Game

From the back cover

To escape a persistent creep at the club, I blurted out a desperate lie, claiming I was the girlfriend of the untouchable billionaire, Kaden Knight.

But the moment the words left my mouth, a hand clamped around my wrist and dragged me into a dark VIP lounge.

The man sitting in the shadows, flicking a metal lighter, was Kaden Knight himself.

Instead of exposing my lie, he trapped me in a terrifying game. He dragged me to elite parties, parading me around as his personal shield to block unwanted advances, while ruthlessly mocking me in private.

My fake status quickly made me a target. A local thug cornered me in a back alley, sneering that he wanted a taste of Kaden's new girl.

Kaden arrived, shattered the man's hand into pieces in front of a horrified crowd, and then coldly threw a blank check at me to pay for my stepfather's life-saving surgery.

"From now on, your only job is to play my girlfriend," he commanded, treating me like property he had just bought.

I didn't understand why a ruthless titan of industry would go to such violent lengths for a fake relationship, or why his cold eyes sometimes burned with a terrifying possessiveness.

Was I just a convenient pawn, or was this a twisted trap designed specifically for me?

When he cornered me at his mother's house, demanding I become his private, one-on-one "tutor," I decided I was done playing the helpless victim.

I smiled, pressed my hand against his racing heart, and decided to change the rules of his own dangerous game.