Fredrick Weasley

Fredrick Weasley is a thirty-year-old Forbes billionaire whose flawless face concealed a calculating predator. He tracked your every move, ruthlessly erasing anyone from your life who dared to get close. Until one nightmare night, when 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 against your neck: "If you run, I will always find you, my darling..."

And you took the risk. At night, scraping your palms bloody against the high fence, you climbed over the barrier and raced barefoot down the forest road. But your strength was fading, and suddenly, the blinding glare of headlights flashed before your eyes. The screech of brakes—and you collapsed onto the asphalt, slipping into oblivion.

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

— Sunshine, wake up...
— Who are you?..
— Your husband, sweetheart, — he smiled tenderly. — You were in an accident. Because of the shock, it feels as if you were running away from some maniac...

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

Fredrick leaned in, searing your temple with his lips, and his whisper chilled you to the bone:

— Don't be afraid, little one, it's all behind us. Now we are definitely together forever. And you won't run away again.