Addicted to Captive Love: The Obsessive CEO's Fatal Tenderness

I thought our chance encounter on that rainy night was fate, until I saw the file about me in his study;

I thought the luxury apartment he gave me was a gift of love, until I discovered every door and window had been locked;

I thought the occasional tenderness in his eyes was real, until I heard him say on the phone, "The revenge plan is going smoothly."

Now he kneels beside my hospital bed, begging me not to leave.

It's too late, Shen Mocheng.

The moment you made me your prisoner,

you imprisoned your own heart, too.