Seven Years to Settle the Score

Summary

Seven years ago, when I was nothing but a street punk, I forcibly kissed the youngest son of the wealthy Sterling family—the one confined to a wheelchair.

After the kiss, I ran. I stood at the top of a long flight of stairs, jutting my chin out provocatively.

"Come find me when you can stand up and handle me yourself!"

Seven years later, the new head of the Sterling Group—the man known as the "Cold-Blooded King," Tyron Sterling—used his silk tie to bind my hands together and tossed me onto the bed.