Every girl wants to be spoiled.
None of us were taught what it costs.
I didn't go viral for being pretty.
I went viral for being broke.
A ten second TikTok:
Me.
A robe.
An empty wine glass.
And a joke that aged like gasoline.
"Manifesting a six-foot-four sugar daddy who pays rent and doesn't ask me to send feet pics. Universe, do your thing."
The internet laughed.
Thousands of comments. Millions of views.
And then silence.
Until someone wired me twenty thousand dollars.
No sender name.
Just a message:
"Shut up and be mine for a week."
I laughed again until the number attached to that message made my screen glitch.
Dorian Kane.
He wasn't just rich. He was money.
The type of man you don't Google unless you're ready to question your entire worth.
Billionaire. Investor. Ghost.
Tabloids had nothing. LinkedIn had less.
He had a face that looked carved by God and an empire built on silence.
So I did what any sensible woman would do:
I sent the money back.
He responded with a new message:
"Name your price. Or I'll buy your entire building just to evict you for fun."
And that, dear reader, is where my story begins.
With a man who didn't knock.
He bought the whole damn door and everything behind it.
I should have known the moment I said yes, my life was no longer mine.
Because Dorian Kane doesn't ask for things.
He takes.
And once he's touched you
You'll never belong to anyone else.
Not even yourself.