I OWN EVERY BREATH SHE TAKES. I found her in the shadows of my estate, a common chambermaid with the soul of a queen. Beyonce Bailey was never meant to scrub floors. From the moment I claimed her in the library, I marked her as my territory. The world sees a servant, but I see the only woman worthy of my name. When the vipers of the Ton tried to destroy her, I did not just offer protection. I demanded her life. A special license and a forced vow turned her into my Baroness. She traded her rags for silk and her freedom for my shadow. Now, she lives within a golden cage of my own design. I am the one who laces her corsets until she gasps for air. I am the one who stands against the Princes who dare to look at her with hunger. Every touch is a claim. Every command is a promise. She is no longer a victim of her birth, but a captive of my unyielding will. She will remain forever bound in my silk and iron.