Caged In Satin!!
Caged In Satin.
She wasn't born for this world...
The one wrapped in Silk, drowned in silence, and sold to the highest bidder.
But when tragedy strikes, fate doesn't knock... It drags.
Now she belongs to No one...
Until a Man from her forgotten past places the highest bid not to save her but to own her.
The Girl who wasn't meant to Break.
She danced in chains but dreamed in fire...
With eyes full of storms and lips that never screamed.
Until one man touched her soul like a wound and called it His.
Hoor Bannet
Age. 22
• Quiet strength hidden under fragile grace.
• Once ambitious and Bright, now surviving after being betrayed by Blood.
• Carries pain like perfume, and silence like a sword.
The Devil who bought his Obsession...
He was carved from control and crowned in cruelty.
A man who never begged, only took.
Until her silence became his most dangerous addiction...
Tristan Maslon
Age. 32
• Cold, Calculating, dominant.
• CEO by Day, ruthless collector of secrets by Night.
• Believes emotions are weaknesses, until her defiance starts haunting his sanity.
Author.
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.Prologue.
No one chooses to be sold.
No one dreams of becoming a price tag for hungry eyes and cruel hands
But Sometimes life doesn't ask...
Hoor Bannet / FL
Nooooo....
A father who promised to protect her from everything dark in this world until he couldn't.
Hoor Bannet / FL
No you can't do this to me...
And she became debt wrapped in Silk, paraded in shadows, trained to please, taught to survive.
But She never surrendered her Soul.
Not even when the world tried to rip it from her body.
And just when she thought her story would end behind the veil of a brothel room, a ghost from her past rose in the front row of hell... Her Boss.
The man who once praised her work ethic, ignored her coffee spills, never even looked at her twice.
Now he looked at her like a man starving for his last breath...
Tristan Maslon / ML
Treasure...
And when the hammer dropped that night, it wasn't just her body he bought.
But what he didn't know was that behind those broken eyes, she was rebuilding herself... Not to Escape but to burn him down from within.
Because No Mistress stays Innocent forever.
The Air reeked of cigar smoke, expensive perfume and something far more Suffocating....
Behind the thick velvet curtains, she stood in a black satin robe, knees trembling, hands chained in front of her like some ancient offering, She wasn't born to be here.
But here she was... Auctioned like Property.
Her name had been Erased.
She was dressed like a fantasy... Her face half covered in a jeweled veil, her lips painted red, eyes dead inside.
From the Shadows, he watched her...
Sharp jaw, eyes like cold metal... Tailored black suit. The man who used to sir across her in glass walled meetings now sat in front row of the underworld's darkest gathering
She saw him and her breath Hitched.
Hoor Bannet / FL
(No... No no no not him...)
He looked shocked for a second.
Tristan Maslon / ML
**his jaw clenched**
And then he raised his hand.
No Hesitation. No Emotion.
Tristan Maslon / ML
Ten Million.
Tristan Maslon / ML
I said Ten...
**his tone sliced the room**
Tristan Maslon / ML
Now hand her over...
Hoor Bannet / FL
**her whole body trembled**
Hoor sat on the silk bed like a shattered doll.
No chains now, just his eyes darker than hell, watching her from across the room.
Hoor Bannet / FL
I.. I used to work for you Sir...
**she whispered, voice trembling**
Hoor Bannet / FL
I.. I brought you coffee... I arranged your meetings. I was invisible to you then.
Tristan Maslon / ML
**He stepped closer unbuttoning his cuffs slowly**
You were never invisible. I saw ever damn move, every smile you gave to others. Every time you wore that tight grey skirt like you weren't aware of what it did to men like me.
Hoor Bannet / FL
Please...
**she scooted back, hands clutching the sheets**
Hoor Bannet / FL
Don't do this. Don't turn me into something I'm not.
Tristan Maslon / ML
**he tilted his head**
I bought you Treasure... You already are...
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.Paper Dreams.
The sky was clear that morning...
So painfully blue, it almost felt like a blessing or a warning.
She stood outside the small convocation hall, clutching her graduation certificate in one hand and an envelope in the other.
Her fingers trembled, but her smile was real.
She had done it. Despite the endless nights, the part-time shifts, and the echo of unpaid bills she had made it.
Hoor Bannet / FL
Finally..
The letter in her hand read.
[We are pleased to offer you a chance to interview at Maslon Enterprises...]
She read the line over and over. A chance. Not a guarantee. But to her, it was everything.
Her best friend clapped her back.
Classia Roberts / FL Friend
Hoor, you’re officially a graduate and possibly on your way to working under Tristan Maslon, the corporate god himself.
Hoor laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
Hoor Bannet / FL
He won’t even notice me. I heard his standards are brutal.
Classia Roberts / FL Friend
Well, he’s also insanely hot and colder than the moon.
**she winked**
Classia Roberts / FL Friend
But you—you're the soft fire that melts that...
Hoor rolled her eyes, but her heart fluttered just a little.
She wasn’t naïve enough to believe in fairy tales. But for once, it felt like the universe had blinked in her favor.
Hoor Bannet / FL
I am someone ordinary.
Her key turned in the old apartment door, and the smell hit her first cheap whiskey and burnt leftovers.
Hoor Bannet / FL
**Her heart sank**
Hoor Bannet / FL
Papa...?
**she called, slipping off her sandals**
No response. Only a grunt, then the creaking of a chair being dragged across the floor.
She found him slumped at the dining table, the half-empty bottle of rum tipping dangerously.
Henry Bannet / FL Father
**His shirt stained, eyes glazed**
Hoor Bannet / FL
Papa, you promised me.
**she whispered, setting her bag down**
Hoor Bannet / FL
You said no more gambling. No more—
Henry Bannet / FL Father
**He banged the table with the bottle**
You think that paper’s gonna save us? That stupid certificate?
Hoor Bannet / FL
**Her breath caught**
It's not stupid. I got an interview, Papa. At Maslon Enterprises.
He laughed. A cruel, bitter sound.
Henry Bannet / FL Father
Do you know how deep the debts are, Hoor? Do you even understand what I’ve done to keep a roof over our heads?
Her heart cracked not from anger, but from the realization that even today, even now, she still wasn’t free...
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