Seven days to make her remember. Seven nights to make her beg. She was my salvation-until she became my destruction. Once, I would have bled for her. Now, I burn for revenge. She and her father didn't just betray me. They destroyed me. Left me broken, bleeding, crawling my way out of hell. And now, years later, she's back-wrapped up in a satin bow with a convenient case of amnesia? Nice try, princess. But I don't believe in fairy tales. I bought her at an auction. Now I own her for a week. Seven days to make her remember exactly who she was to me. Seven nights to make her pay for every lie. And when I've broken her, when I've ruined her the way she ruined me¿ She'll beg me to keep her. And I will. Because after seven days, I won't be able to let her go. Not now. Not ever. Just seven days to make her mine. Forever.