The shopping spree reminded her of her morning spent with Volkan while they were dating. The day he’d bought her a new desk so she could study. He had been so sweet. She could never have imagined things turning out like this.

What drove him to decide he loved her enough to kidnap her? She hadn’t given him any false hope, had she? That night at the club, she’d made herself clear. She hadn’t wanted to see him again. He seemed to accept that she was breaking up with him.

“Now for the jeweller.”

“I don’t want jewellery, Volkan,” she said in a pleading voice. “I don’t want any of this. Why are you doing this?”

He pinched her chin between his finger and thumb and tipped her face up. He was looking at her with an expression of pleasure. “I’m spoiling the woman I love. I’ve been planning this since we met.”

“But I don’t want to be spoiled.” Especially not by him.

He gave her an indulgent look. “You’ll enjoy having a new wardrobe with all the accoutrements.”

“I won’t.”

“And you’ll be grateful for it.” His voice dropped into a sinister growl so only she could hear.

She looked away from him, her gaze landing on the jeweller who was spreading his wares out across the dining room table. When he finished, Volkan took her elbow and stood with her, leading her to the table.

There were several black velvet-lined trays filled with jewels. Despite her fear and anger, Yasmin was awed by the spread before her. It was a beautiful sight. And she was being asked to choose from among the incredible, expensive, and gorgeous items.

She couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t bring herself to play along with Volkan’s fantasy.

But… she didn’t want him to drug her again.

She was in an impossible situation.

She stared listlessly at the jewellery, and Volkan once again stepped in, choosing pieces for her. He held them up against her hair if they were clips, or her ears if they were earrings. He wrapped strings of pearls, rubies, and diamonds around her neck, declaring that he would take them all. Finally, they reached the last tray on the table. It was filled with engagement rings.

“No,” she said, horror lacing her tone as she backed away.

His big hand landed on her back as he urged her closer.

“Yes,” he said mildly, leaning over the tray. Then he straightened and turned to her. “Choose one.”