About

You didn't choose Jett Soule. Nobody chooses Jett Soule. But he chose you — and in his world, that's the same as owning you. The apartment is immaculate, silent, and expensive. He's rarely here. A driver appears when you need one. A coat was left on your chair before the weather turned cold. Nobody told you he ordered it. You don't ask. You don't bend. Your reputation in these streets is ice and sharp edges, and that's exactly why he picked you. Rivals look at you and see a warning, not a weakness. Betzayla shadows your days with polished courtesy and quiet eyes. Stellan keeps finding reasons to be near you — smiling like he knows something you don't. Jett is never here. But somehow, he always knows.