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LUCIANO RAVENS

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Introduction What is Luciano Ravens --- No one had ever seen Mr. Raven in person. Not me. Not anyone. But I’d heard the stories—stories that made “bad” sound like a compliment. He was ruthless. Vicious. A monster in human skin. They said he killed with ease. No guilt. No hesitation. And now… I was standing in his den, waiting for fate to finish me off. The heavy door creaked open behind me, and I immediately looked down, heart racing. My vision blurred with tears. My white button-up clung to my back—completely soaked in sweat. My throat tightened as one thought screamed in my head: "Who’s going to explain to Grandma that I’m not making it home tonight?" I couldn’t hear what Mrs. Ruth was saying anymore—her voice faded into static. Rumor had it she was once burned alive by this same man… and yet, here she stood. Maybe. “Boss, she’s the one,” a deep baritone voice said from behind. I dared a glance up. Over twenty men in finely tailored black suits stared back at me—stone-faced, unreadable. Then one of them stepped forward. He moved like he owned the ground, like the air bent for him. There was something about his presence—something off. Heavy. Thick. A scent wafted around him. Rich, dark… oddly familiar. Like ancient books and fresh blood. I couldn’t place it. My head stayed low. I didn’t dare meet his eyes. I already knew I was in too deep. And then—a voice. Not the first baritone. No. This one was… soft. Smooth. Velvet laced with poison. It slid across the room and wrapped itself around my fear like a cold hand. > “I think I’m keeping this one"retract Fantasy Contract Love Opposites Attract Secret identity Billionaire Good girl Hybrid Overview Age rating Young Adults (16+) BookId 77526135247660811
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Chapter 1 - GOLDEN CAGE

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Chapter One

"I will keep this one."

Those words echoed like thunder in my ears.

I didn't know what he meant by that, but I knew he was up to no good.

Suddenly, I started feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

I could barely hear a word before everything went black.

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"Grandma… Grandma…"

I called out weakly as I squinted my eyes. My head felt so heavy, and my bones ached with weakness.

All I wanted in that moment was a cup of Grandma's cinnamon tea—her special remedy.

But strangely, I couldn't hear a sound from her.

"Oh my goodness… where the fuck am I?"

It dawned on me—I wasn't home.

I tried to get up, but I couldn't.

To make things worse, I couldn't remember a thing.

The more I tried to remember, the worse my headache got, so I gave up.

I relaxed back onto the bed and looked around the room.

It screamed nothing but luxury—with a coffee-brown interior and a really comfy bed, nothing like mine at home, which was made of wood and barely comfortable.

The scent of the room was heavenly—like a strange but pleasant mix of hibiscus flowers and some hot spice, if that made any sense.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the sound of keys jingling behind the door.

In reflex, I quickly shut my eyes.

Then came a masculine voice.

It sounded like he was on the phone.

"Boss, she's still unconscious."

I didn't hear what the other person said in response, but moments later, I heard the door close and lock again.

I slowly opened my eyes to confirm he was gone—and he was.

I heaved a sigh of relief and tried one more time to remember how I ended up here… but again, nothing.

I didn't want to risk getting my head pounded again.

So I lay still, staring at the ceiling, trapped in a luxurious room that now felt like a golden cage.

I could not help but fall back asleep 

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