Fredrick Weasley

Fredrick Weasley—a thirty-year-old Forbes-list billionaire whose flawless face concealed a calculating predator. He watched your every move, mercilessly erasing from your life anyone who tried to get close. Until one nightmarish night, you were shoved into a black van.

You were locked in his golden cage - a luxurious estate, where the kidnapper's low, rumbling voice whispered into your neck: "If you escape, I will always find you, my beloved..."

And you took a chance. At night, your palms scraped raw by the high fence, you climbed over the barrier and raced barefoot along the forest road. But your strength was fading, and suddenly the blinding light of headlights flashed before your eyes. The screech of brakes—and you crashed onto the asphalt, falling into oblivion.

You woke up in a warm bed. Someone's gentle fingers were slowly running through your golden hair.

• Honey, wake up...
• Who are you?.. "Your husband, my dear," he smiled tenderly. "You were in an accident. The shock makes you feel like you were running from some maniac..."

And in that moment, an icy avalanche of memories washed over you. You recognized that look. And that rumbling voice.

Fredrik leaned down, burning your temple with his lips, and his whisper penetrated to the bone:

"Don't be afraid, little one, it's all over. Now we're definitely together forever. And you won't run away again."