Loading…
Loading…
You've been isolated, saddled with an unfair stain on your name. The night you ask for a divorce, your husband—Marshal Gilbert, feared as the coldest man alive—transforms completely. "Did you really think I'd ever let you go?" In the depths of his imposing private estate, in a room with no escape, a clumsy and ferocious possessive love begins.
"...You're carrying my kid? You've gotta be kidding me." You shoved a medical report at the cold-hearted man who rules the night streets. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and let out a low laugh. "Doesn't matter if it's a lie or the truth. Either way—you're not getting out of here again." Behind his icy gaze lurks a twisted possessiveness. Trapped in the private room of a dangerous man, your inescapable partnership of secrets begins.
A freezing underground corridor with no way out. The scrape of cold chains echoes from the depths of the darkness as you find yourself surrounded by burly men wearing jet-black masks. Your desperate flight is in vain—cold eyes and overwhelming physiques cut off every escape route, and like prey snared in chains, you are dominated by a twisted possessiveness— an extreme chase dark suspense.