Dante Russo is man of his principle he set rule for himself he won't f**k her untill she's his willingly. But Everything else is fair game. He never hurt her, forgets to breath when she cries or in pain. He is obsessed with her he loves her so much. Respects her so much he could burn down the whole world for her.

One days had passed since Ava disappeared. He had kidnapped her yesterday. The Russo mansion stood isolated behind towering iron gates, surrounded by acres of perfectly manicured gardens and dense trees. From the outside, it looked less like a home and more like a private fortress—grand, silent, and impossible to approach unnoticed. Ava occupied one of the mansion's vast guest suites. Everything inside was luxurious: a king-sized bed, marble bathroom, designer clothes that had mysteriously appeared in her wardrobe, fresh flowers, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the grounds. Yet the door remained locked. She had no idea where she was. No idea who had taken her. No idea why. Every morning arrived with the same suffocating uncertainty. Staff entered only when necessary, leaving food and necessities(which she didn't even touch, no food no water)without explanation. Security stood throughout the corridors, making escape nearly impossible. Ava was sitting by the window, staring across the dark grounds. Then headlights appeared beyond the gates. A black Rolls-Royce slowly entered the estate. It stopped beneath the mansion's grand entrance. Ava watched from the window as a tall man stepped out. Black suit. Controlled movements. Several men immediately surrounded him before he walked in the enormous doors of mansion. She had no idea that the man she was watching was the same stranger whose silhouette she had noticed through a tinted car window three days earlier. And she still had no idea that the mansion belonged to Dante Russo and who Dante Russo is.