LOGINI was never supposed to want him. Alexander Thorne is my father’s best friend. A billionaire. Twenty-one years older than me. And completely off limits. But one stormy night at his lakeside mansion changes everything. What begins as one reckless mistake turns into weeks of stolen moments, secret touches, and a passion neither of us can control, until guilt wins and Alex walks away, leaving me to face the consequences alone. Then I discover I’m pregnant. Now the man who once swore to protect me has shattered my father’s trust… and might destroy the only family we both have left. When the truth finally comes out, everything explodes. Friendships, loyalty, and the empire Alex built. But some sins refuse to stay buried. And some loves are far too dangerous to deny.
View MoreBridget walked into Ridge Enterprises at 7:50 a.m. on Wednesday like she was stepping onto a minefield.The lobby security guard gave her the same polite nod he’d given her every morning this week, but today it felt like he knew. Like everyone knew. She kept her head down in the elevator, staring at the polished steel doors instead of her reflection. She didn’t want to see the faint mark Alexander had left on the side of her neck last night. It was barely visible under concealer, but screaming to her.The twenty-third floor was already humming. Phones ringing softly, keyboards clacking, the low murmur of early-morning strategy calls. She dropped her bag at the small desk outside Alexander’s office. He’d assigned her on Monday with a curt “This is yours now” as he pretended to organize files while her pulse hammered.His door was closed. No light under it yet.She opened her laptop, pulled up the market analysis spreadsheet he’d emailed her at 1:14 a.m. Subject line: *Preliminary due d
Bridget arrived at Ridge Enterprises at 7:58 a.m. Tuesday. The building felt different today. Sharper edges, heavier air. She’d barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Alex’s face above her on that couch. His dark eyes, clenched jaw, the way he’d stopped himself even when she was begging. “Not yet. Not until you’re mine completely.”She rode the elevator alone. Heart in her throat. Wet between her legs from the single text he’d sent at 2:17 a.m.: *Door will be locked. Come straight to my office.*The twenty-third floor was silent. Lights low. She walked the corridor like she was trespassing.His door was closed. She tried the handle. Locked.A soft click. It opened from the inside.Alex stood there. Tie gone. Top two buttons of his shirt undone. Sleeves rolled, his eyes burning.“You came,” he said.“You summoned.” She stepped inside and he locked the door behind her.The room smelled of coffee and him. The blinds were half-drawn. Rain started again outside, soft against
Alex stayed in the office long after Bridget left. The rain had stopped, but the air still felt heavy, charged. He could still smell her. Something citrus-sharp and clean, lingering on the chair where she’d sat. He could still see the flush on her cheeks when Jake walked in, the way her shoulders stiffened, the way she’d looked at Alex afterward like she was daring him to do something about it.He hadn’t.He’d let her walk out.Now the silence was suffocating.He paced once, twice then stopped at the window. Pressed his palm to the glass. Cold seeped into his skin, but it did nothing to cool the rage still simmering under his ribs.Jake’s smirk. The casual way he’d said “She always comes around.” Like she was a habit he could pick up again whenever he felt like it.Alex’s fist clenched.He pulled out his phone, and found her number.Typed: *Meet me at the mansion. Now.*Sent it without explanation.He didn’t wait for a reply. He grabbed his keys and left.The drive to Evergreen Ridge
Bridget arrived at Ridge Enterprises at 7:42 a.m. on Monday. She wasn’t giving Alexander Hale the satisfaction of calling her late. The lobby security guard nodded like he already knew her name. The elevator ride up felt longer than last week, her reflection in the mirrored walls showing a girl who’d spent the weekend replaying one brush of fingers and one low-voiced threat. She’d changed outfits three times this morning before she settled on black trousers, white silk blouse, hair pulled into a tight ponytail. Very professional. She stepped off on the twenty-third floor. The corridor was quiet, lights still half-dim. His office door was open. Alex stood at the window, back to her, phone to his ear. Dark suit. Sleeves already rolled to the forearms. The sight hit her like caffeine straight to the veins. He turned. Eyes found hers instantly. “You’re early,” he said to her without a smile. Just that steady, assessing look. “Thought you’d appreciate punctuality.” She walked in wit












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