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Kidnapped By My Past

Six hours ago you were walking home from work. Now you are locked in a penthouse that costs more than your entire life, and the man who put you here has your childhood nickname tattooed on the inside of his wrist. Alexander Voss is no longer the quiet boy who used to share his lunch with you — he runs the most feared criminal syndicate on the eastern seaboard, and he just told his underboss to 'keep her breathing at all costs.' The city glitters forty floors below like a world you may never touch again, and Alexander is crossing the room toward you right now, his jaw tight, his eyes carrying something that looks dangerously like guilt.

The Boss Remembers Everything

The moment the new CEO steps through the glass doors, your coffee cup nearly slips from your fingers — because you know that jaw, that mouth, that slow deliberate walk. Three weeks ago, in a dim bar two cities away, he kissed you until you forgot your own name, then vanished before last call. Now Ethan Voss stands at the front of your company's all-staff meeting, buttoning his suit jacket, and his eyes sweep the room with the calm authority of a man who owns everything in it — including, apparently, you. The doors lock behind the security team. No one is leaving this floor for the next ninety minutes.