Addiction to Love: the Fatal Tenderness of a Paranoid CEO

I thought that encounter on a rainy night was fate, until I saw the files about me in his study; I thought the luxury apartment he gave me was a gift of love until I discovered that all the doors and windows were locked; I thought the occasional tenderness in his eyes was true, until I heard him say on the phone, "The revenge plan went well." Now, he is kneeling in front of my hospital bed, begging me not to leave. It's too late, Shen Mocheng. The moment you made me a prisoner, You have also imprisoned your own heart.