The VIP Mixer Invitation

The disgraced, disgraced remnant of Karen Sparks’ empire smelled faintly of burnt coffee, stale cigarettes, and cheap takeaway containers.

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• Accidentally Married to CEO Bloom   The Broken Billionaire

  The soaring, three-story glass windows of the Grand Horizon penthouse overlooked the glittering, golden grid of the metropolis, but inside the sprawling residence, the air was dead, cold, and heavy. It felt like an opulent, elevated tomb. The silence was absolute, save for the low, monotonous hum of the central climate control. Gone was the soft, rhythmic scratching of graphite pencils on heavy drafting paper. Gone was the faint, sweet scent of almond oil from her late-night sketch sessions. Gone was the quiet, determined energy that had turned this cold, minimalist glass box into something that had br

• Accidentally Married to CEO Bloom   The Divorce Papers on the Table

  The morning sun had climbed higher over the skyline, casting stark, brilliant beams of light through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the master suite. The air was heavy, quiet, and saturated with the lingering scent of sandalwood and intimacy. On the bed, Roman lay on his back, his broad chest rising and falling in slow, steady rhythms as he rested in the quiet wake of their morning fire. Beside him, Juliet lay still under the sheets. Her eyes were open, staring silently at the ceiling. The physical euphoria had cleared. The blinding rush of pleasure had faded. And i

• Accidentally Married to CEO Bloom   The Morning After & The Morning Fire

  The pale, golden light of early morning filtered through the sheer silk drapes of the master suite, painting the plush down duvet and dark hardwood floorboards in a warm, honeyed glow. The heavy, chaotic violence of the previous day—the press conference, the screaming headlines, the explosive confrontation—felt miles away, replaced by the deep, quiet stillness of the penthouse. Beneath the heavy covers, Juliet stirred slowly. Her mind dragged itself out of a deep, dreamless sleep, her body heavy, languid, and sore in the most exquisite, breathtaking way. Every muscle in her legs felt pleasantly warm, h

• Accidentally Married to CEO Bloom   Unbridled Surrender

  The world inside the master bedroom shrank down to the sound of their heavy, ragged breathing, the rustle of white sheets, and the intoxicating, raw friction of bare skin against bare skin. Roman didn't rush, nor did he hold back. He was a man possessed, a dark monarch claiming every single inch of the woman beneath him with an overwhelming, possessive authority that demanded complete submission to the physical heat between them. He shed his trousers in a single, fluid movement, revealing his massive, hard-carved frame in its entirety. When he settled back over her on the mattress, the sheer physical w

• Accidentally Married to CEO Bloom   The Fire Breaks

  The silence following the violent clash of their voices did not bring peace; it compressed the air in the vast penthouse until it turned thick, hot, and suffocating.Roman remained braced over the granite counter, his massive six-foot-four frame looming over Juliet like a dark, immovable wall. His knuckles were white against the stone, his broad chest heaving in rapid, heavy rhythms beneath his open white shirt. The dark, storm-filled obsidian of his eyes burned with an unyielding, primal intensity, his jaw locked so tight the corded muscles along his cheekbones pulsed.Juliet didn't step back. Her chest rose and fell in matching, breathless hitches, her trench coat hanging open, her dark hair tumbling wild over her bare shoulders. Her hazel eyes were wide, glittering with a dangerous, volatile mixture of raw hurt, lingering anger, and something far more dangerous—a fierce, electric hea

• Accidentally Married to CEO Bloom   The Confrontation & The Penthouse Secret

  The private elevator ride from the Grand Continental Hotel back to the Grand Horizon penthouse was conducted in a suffocating, razor-sharp silence. Mark and a team of four black-suited security detail had whisked them through a secure subterranean service exit, completely bypassing the screaming mobs of journalists, flashing camera rigs, and broadcast vans clogging the public boulevard below. Throughout the entire transit, Juliet had stood pressed against the sleek glass wall of the lift, her arms wrapped tightly over her chest. She was dressed in a dark, oversized trench coat Roman’s team had provided

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