My Billionaire Ex Won't Let Me Go

Six years ago, I left him to protect him, letting him believe I betrayed him for money.
Six years later, when I thought I could quietly slip back into New York, I discovered I'd already fallen into the web he'd carefully woven around me—my job, my apartment, even my mother's medical bills, everything was under his control.
"Welcome home, Irene. This time, you're not going anywhere."
Ronald Ashworth was no longer the college boy who'd drop to his knees begging me to stay. He'd become a Wall Street finance mogul who could control everything, an obsessive man willing to fight the entire world to keep me.
He said he'd give me freedom, but I'd never escape his reach.
He said he'd cage me in silk and worship me like a queen.