The second the door swung open, Axel shoved Chloe into the dark entryway. He reached behind him and slammed the door shut.

The heavy click of the deadbolt echoed in the silent apartment. It severed her last connection to the outside world.

Chloe stumbled in the dark. Her back slammed hard against the wooden shoe cabinet.

She ignored the pain and reached out, frantically slapping the wall to find the light switch. She needed to see.

Axel's large hand clamped over hers. He slammed her hand flat against the wall, pinning it there with crushing force.

The faint orange glow from the outside filtered through the window. It illuminated the absolute, unhinged obsession burning in his eyes.

"This is breaking and entering. Get out of my apartment right now,I'll call the police immediately." she warned, her voice tight but cold.

"Call the police." Axel ignored her legal threat completely. A low, dark chuckle vibrated in his chest. He was mocking her.

He lunged forward. His massive frame completely swallowed her in the shadows. He forced his knee aggressively between her legs, spreading them apart.

Panic exploded in her chest. Chloe brought her knee up fast, aiming right for his groin. Axel easily caught her leg with his own, pressing his weight forward to trap her completely against the cabinet.

His fingers tangled roughly into her hair. He gripped the back of her head, tilting her face up, and crashed his mouth down onto hers.

It was not a kiss. It was a punishment. He forced her teeth apart, invading her mouth and stealing every ounce of air she had.

Chloe thrashed wildly. She balled her free hand into a fist and hammered it against his rock-hard chest. It was like hitting a brick wall.

Her lungs burned. The lack of oxygen made black spots dance in her vision. In a surge of pure desperation, she bit down hard on his lower lip.

The sharp, metallic taste of blood flooded their mouths. Axel froze for a fraction of a second. Then, a sick thrill flashed in his eyes, and he kissed her even harder, swallowing her blood.

He did not stop until her knees buckled. She went entirely limp against him. Axel finally pulled back. He wiped the blood from his split lip with his thumb.

He stared down at her. She was gasping for air, her chest heaving, her eyes red and watering.

"You are never getting away from me again." he stated coldly. He turned around, opened the door, and walked out without a second glance.

The door clicked shut. The last bit of strength drained from Chloe's legs. She slid down the wall and hit the floor.

She curled her knees to her chest on the cold hardwood. Her entire body shook violently. The tears she had been fighting finally spilled over.

The fear quickly morphed into burning anger. She scrambled on her hands and knees into the living room, grabbed her phone off the sofa, and dialed 911.

The operator answered. Chloe stumbled over her words, her throat raw, reporting a home invasion and assault.

Fifteen minutes later, two NYPD officers knocked on her door. They walked in with their notepads out, looking bored.

They shined their flashlights around the entryway. There were no broken windows. The lock was perfectly intact.

The older officer looked at Chloe. Besides her swollen, slightly bruised lips, she had no visible injuries. His eyes glazed over with professional indifference.

"Ma'am, I understand you're upset. We've filed a report. However, without evidence of forced entry, and given the... profile of the individual involved, this becomes a civil matter. Our hands are tied unless you can provide more concrete evidence. I'd suggest speaking with your attorney about a restraining order," the officer said.

They handed her a slip of paper with a case number and walked out.

The crushing reality of the justice system hit her like a physical blow. The law was useless against his kind of money. Her hands shook as she scrolled through her contacts and called Rachel.

Rachel answered, her voice thick with sleep.

"He found me." Chloe sobbed into the receiver.

Rachel cursed loudly. "I'm on my way. Lock the door." Chloe sat in the dark, wrapping her arms tightly around herself.

The next morning, Chloe walked out of her apartment building wearing dark sunglasses. She nervously scanned the street, feeling like eyes were watching her from every parked car.

She walked quickly to an independent coffee shop on the corner. She pushed the door open, the bell chiming loudly above her head.

Rachel was already sitting in a corner booth. She took one look at Chloe's pale face and her lips were chapped from being kissed, she stood up abruptly.

Chloe slid into the booth. She wrapped both hands around a steaming mug of black coffee, desperate for the heat to stop her shivering.

Rachel leaned across the table and let out a string of vicious curses. "He is a literal psychopath. We need to do something."

Chloe offered a bitter, exhausted smile. She repeated what the NYPD officers had told her last night. Her voice sounded hollow.

Rachel slammed her hand down on the wooden table. "Then we go to a judge. We get a restraining order."

Chloe shook her head. Her lawyer brain took over. "I have no documented physical abuse. No threatening voicemails. A judge will laugh me out of court."

She took a shaky breath. "And if I try, the Sinclair family's legal team will bury me in paperwork until I'm bankrupt. They will destroy my career."

Rachel ran her hands through her hair in frustration. She looked completely helpless.

Outside the window, a black SUV rolled slowly past the coffee shop. Chloe flinched violently. She shrank back into the deepest corner of the booth. Her elbow hit her mug, spilling hot coffee all over the table.

Rachel grabbed a handful of napkins and handed them to her. Her eyes were full of pity. "How did you survive him for all those years before?"

Chloe stared at the brown puddle on the table. Her mind was dragged back to the gothic architecture of her New England prep school.

"It wasn't just last night," Chloe whispered. "It started in high school. He controlled everything."

She told Rachel how any boy who dared to speak to her in the hallway would mysteriously transfer schools the very next week.

Rachel gasped. "He was doing that at sixteen?"

Chloe closed her eyes. The memory made her stomach churn. "He went to my mother's art gallery. The Sinclair trust owned the building. He threatened to terminate her lease if I didn't sit with him at lunch."

She had been a puppet on his strings just to keep her family from going under.

Rachel reached across the table and grabbed Chloe's freezing hand. "You are not alone this time. I won't let him do this to you."

Chloe took a deep breath. She forced herself out of the past. She had a job. She had rent to pay. She could not fall apart.

She wiped a stray tear from under her sunglasses and adjusted the collar of her tailored blazer.

They walked out of the coffee shop. Rachel insisted on walking her to her Wall Street firm.

"No," Chloe said firmly. "I can't drag you into his mess. I have to go to work."

Rachel argued, but Chloe walked away, heading down the stairs into the subway station. Her shoulders looked painfully tense.

Chloe swiped her MetroCard and merged into the dense crowd of morning commuters. She chose the subway, hoping to lose herself in the anonymous crush of the crowd, a place where even he couldn't single her out. The train roared into the station. A rush of foul wind blew her hair back. She was shoved into the packed subway car by the mass of bodies.

She grabbed a metal pole overhead. The car was suffocatingly tight. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She felt a cold, piercing stare burning into her spine.

She whipped her head around. She saw nothing but exhausted, angry New Yorkers staring at their phones. There was no one looking at her.

The train screeched to a halt at Wall Street. Chloe shoved her way out of the doors and practically sprinted up the stairs to the street level. She gasped for the polluted city air.

She stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the towering glass facade of her law firm. A heavy sense of dread settled in her gut.