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It started the moment I woke up in hospital; I naively believed I would find myself alone. I was wrong, because the HellBeast King wasn’t done with me. Far from it, in fact, as he told me he had made a vow...a vow to keep me safe. But as my fate started to unravel, revealing more and more pieces of him at the core, I couldn’t help but question: was his vow to keep me safe, or was it simply a HellBeast’s fight to keep me?

The day I snuck into the infamous Devil’s Ring Fight Club. I had followed my cousin Amelia, who turned out not to be quite as innocent as I first believed. In fact, it turned out she didn’t live in the same world as I did…Not at all. I knew this the moment I entered his kingdom. My world changed the moment he found me. He gave me a warning that night. He told me if he ever found me again then next time, he wouldn’t be so quick in letting me escape him. His little Red Riding Hood. It was a threat I took seriously as it was only my dreams that took me back to that place.

I tried to run. I tried to hide. But look where it got me: captured and held firmly in the grasp of my HellBeast King. One still intent on completing the claim he feels he has on me. Which I knew meant only one thing: making me his—in every single way. By claiming my heart, then my blood, and now the very last thing left of me to give… He wants my body. But after having my heart trampled on, and after I had been willing to hand it over freely... Will I now finally accept what he calls my fate?

She's finally under my complete control, yet it's not enough. I hold her body captive but not her heart. She has no money. Nowhere to go. No one to turn to for help. She knows I took everything from her to make her mine, so she fights me at every turn. This began as a game, but she needs to understand that I will do anything to win. Anything. She is my possession. Nothing, and no one, not even her, will keep us apart. One way or another, I'll get what I want. And I want her...all of her.

After escaping both my father’s plans to marry me off and the Russian mafia, I woke up this morning thinking I was a free woman...until I saw the man sipping coffee in my hotel room. He’s a billionaire as powerful as any mob boss, yet even as he spanks me into soaking wet, shameful surrender I can’t help begging him to ravage my virgin body right then and there. I can run, but I know soon I’ll be kneeling at his feet, bare, blushing, and ready to be claimed.

I'm not interested in love. It's the chase that intrigues me. I saw her in the park, my pretty little prey. I intend to make her mine, and the closer I get, the more she will lose. Her friends. Her family. Her freedom. Each move will bring her further under my control until she has nothing left... but me. Am I playing a cruel game? Of course. But I warned you: It's not love that I want.

She broke the rules of our game—she ran. Now she will pay. When will my pretty pawn learn that I am the master of this game? Only I will be the victor. She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks she can escape my wrath. She's wrong. This time when I catch her, there will be no escape. I no longer want her as just my beautiful captive. She will now become my wife, even if I have to drag her down the aisle. I want her under my complete control. I want her every breath, her every movement, her every thought to be only of me. This is no longer a game. She changed the rules, but I will still win.

It started as a HellBeast’s mistake that ended in me making my own. Now I am paying for it; now I am running from it. I am soon to discover how foolish that was, because you can't run from the HellBeast King, not when he still wants you. Not when that King isn’t ready to let you go. So now I am being hunted, and soon he will find me...I know this.

I've started a new game, this one more sinister than the last. Every time she tries to fight what we have, I just pull her deeper into my deception. The slightest disobedience to my rules brings swift punishment. I've pushed her to the edge. She wants to kill me. The only problem is...she loves me.

The man whispering those words in my ear isn't just a powerful mob boss, he's the brute who stripped me bare, whipped me with his belt, and claimed my virgin body roughly and shamefully in front of his men as I screamed and begged and came for him until I collapsed in his arms. I should hate it when he calls me that, but all I do is blush as I wait for him to make me his all over again.

For weeks, I've been watching her. Stalking her. Now, it's time to start playing with my beautiful little pawn. From the moment I first saw her from afar, I knew she would become my prized possession. I will gaslight her into thinking she is my obedient ward, trapped in the Victorian era. She is my unwilling captive, forced to play my sadistic game for her own survival. She will have no choice but to bow to my rules and discipline. In time, her memories of a modern life will fade. If not, she will pay a painful price.