Fragrance Imprisoned in the Dark Night

Eleanor Vance never imagined that the man who treated her with such impeccable courtesy at the funeral would turn out to be the most dangerous figure in the northern underworld. Only when she was bound and thrown into that secret chamber filled with instruments of torture did she truly understand—the blood debt her father owed would eventually have to be repaid. Qin Du leaned back on a red velvet chair, idly turning a bloodstained family crest between his fingers, the amusement in his eyes colder than the night outside the window. He was in no hurry. It had never been about money. What he wanted was for this stubborn daughter of the Lin family to learn, inch by inch, how to bow her head.