His Contract Possession

I met Arthur's eyes from where he stood; he looked tired, if not exhausted. But I don't care about his expression or anything he felt about it.
"You must be having the time of your life seeing you gawk like that," I blurted and looked away. Before I could even register his actions, he'd rushed and grabbed my neck obviously furious.
"You should've shut the fucking door!" He seethed. His grip on my neck wasn't so tight, at least I could still breathe.
"Why? I'm your plaything; you almost sound like I have much more effect on you," I blurted, and that made his grip tighter. He was now choking me as I gripped his hand, trying to pull it off my neck to regain freedom, but I couldn't.
After a cliff accident and betrayal by her ex-husband and her best friend, Ana wakes up from a coma and discovers that she's lost all her wealth and possessions. She finds herself in a slum full of prostitutes where a ridiculous level of hierarchy determines survival.
Ana is therefore sold off in the guise of a six-month contract as a whore to Arthur King, a low-key Mafia gang leader also known as Big Daddy.
Ana's cold resolve for revenge and Arthur's dominant tendencies, clash and is feared to spark love and desire.