Starlight Prison

The biting winds of January scoured the imperial capital, while fine snowflakes spun and drifted in the air, adorning the streets in a blanket of silver white. Jiang Yu lifted her hand to adjust the red evening gown draped over her shoulder, her cold, stunning makeup concealing a trace of impatience.

She emerged from the styling room and went straight to the waiting nanny van.

“Sister Yu, Mr. Fu wants us at the Cloudtop Club. He said you’re meeting with some partners,” her assistant, Song Zhi Ning, murmured as she handed over a shawl.

“Right now?” Jiang Yu arched an eyebrow.

“Yes, Mr. Fu is in a rush.”

A cold laugh escaped Jiang Yu’s lips, a fleeting sneer flickering in her eyes.

The dress she wore was haute couture—bare-backed, the hem barely grazing her knees, fit only for red carpets and photoshoots. And now she was expected to negotiate in such an outfit?

Fu Boyun certainly had grand designs.

As the car glided past the gates of Cloudtop Club, Jiang Yu glanced at the opulent, gilded building, the chill deepening at the corner of her mouth.

Fu Boyun—a domineering, cold titan of industry, holding half the entertainment world in his grasp.

Had it not been for her mother’s illness three years ago, forcing her into desperate need of money, she would never have boarded this pirate’s ship.

She had become Fu Boyun’s kept woman before even graduating from university, bound to this man of overwhelming power by a single contract. He had never truly doted on her, but at least, in the eyes of outsiders, she was well