LOGINDante's POVThree Days After The Onyx Incident…“Dyanna Marie Croft.”Twenty-three years old. Formerly Dyanna Marie Howard.I leaned back in my executive chair, studying the photograph attached to the extensive background report resting on my desk.Well, hello again, beautiful.It had taken Marlon several days to identify the mysterious woman who'd humiliated Silas Rogers at The Onyx. And apparently, she'd been quite an interesting woman to investigate.“She's something else, isn't she?”I glanced toward Marlon, who sat across from me.“That's certainly one way of putting it.”He chuckled.“Keep reading. It gets interesting.”I returned my attention to the documents.According to the report, Dyanna worked through a temporary employment agency, accepting administrative and clerical assignments at various companies throughout Davenport.Currently, she was working as a receptionist at a medical clinic.Interesting.Her employment history was extensive, but nothing particularly extraordin
Dante's POVThe Onyx.It had been months since I'd last stepped foot inside Davenport's most exclusive nightclub. Yet, judging by the reception I received, absolutely nothing had changed.“M-MR. WESTMORE!”The floor manager practically sprinted toward me the moment I entered.“Good evening, sir! What an unexpected pleasure! We weren't informed you'd be joining us tonight!”“Neither was I, Harrison.”He laughed nervously.“O-Of course, sir! Your usual private section?”“Please.”“Right away!”Within seconds, two hostesses appeared, practically falling over themselves to escort me upstairs.Jesus Christ. You'd think the fucking president had arrived.I followed them toward the exclusive upper-level lounge overlooking the main floor.“Your usual whiskey, Mr. Westmore?”“Make it a double.”“Certainly, sir!”I settled onto the expensive leather sofa, loosening my tie as I stared down at the bustling nightclub.What a fucking evening.I'd spent eighteen months securing one of the largest de
Dante's POVTwo Weeks Earlier…“Gentlemen, I believe congratulations are in order!”Thunderous applause erupted throughout the executive conference room of INVISIONS Global Architecture and Development.I leaned back in my chair, allowing myself a satisfied smile as my father, Davis Westmore, rose from his seat at the head of the enormous mahogany table.“After nearly eighteen months of negotiations, INVISIONS has officially secured the Regency Palace Luxury Hotels and Resorts development contract!”“Outstanding work, Dante!” Harold Whitmore, our Chief Financial Officer, exclaimed.“Absolutely remarkable!” added Franklin Dempsey, Director of International Development. “Fifty luxury hotels across five continents! Not to mention their new collection of grand vacation resorts!”“And let's not forget the amusement attractions,” Nigel Harrington, our Chief Operations Officer, interjected. “We're talking entire entertainment destinations! Theme parks, water attractions, luxury shopping dist
Dyanna's POVHoly shit. I'm actually married.I stared at the handsome man standing beside me, still struggling to comprehend what had just happened.Dante Westmore.My husband. For the next twelve months, anyway.“Well,” Dante announced, adjusting his suit jacket. “If you'll excuse us, I'd like to steal my wife away for a while.”Your wife?Jesus. That was going to take some getting used to. Before I could respond, Sherita hurried toward me, concern written across her face.“Annie, wait!”“What?”She leaned closer, lowering her voice.“Do you have your mace?”I blinked before laughing.“Yes, Rita.”“And you remember everything you learned in those self-defense classes?”This time, I laughed aloud.“Girl! Yes! I got married, not abducted and held for a hostage situation!”“I'm serious!”“I know, sweetie.” I squeezed her hand. “And I promise, I'll be fine.”She glanced suspiciously toward Dante before looking back at me.“Call me if you need ANYTHING. And I mean anything! Also, call me
Dyanna's POV“This…this is CRAZY!”Sherita stared at the documents spread across her coffee table as though they were written in some ancient, forbidden language.I sighed, taking another generous sip of wine.“Yeah…I know.”“Annie!” She snatched up another page. “So, let me get this straight. Dante freaking Westmore wants to marry you for an entire year?”“Yup.”“And pay you TEN MILLION DOLLARS?!”“Apparently.”“GIRL!”“Rita, please! My ears!”She ignored me.“And all because Daddy won't let him take over the family business unless he's married?”I nodded.“That's what he told me.”Sherita collapsed onto the sofa beside me.“Damn. I guess those rumors about Chairman Westmore really are true.”I glanced up.“What rumors?”She shrugged.“That he's ridiculously traditional. You know, marriage, children, heirs…the whole nine yards.”I frowned.“Seriously?”“Girl, yes! Davis Westmore is practically royalty in the business world. His great-grandfather built INVISIONS from the ground up, an
Dyanna's POV“Marriage.”I blinked. Once. Twice.Then stared at the ridiculously handsome man sitting across from me as though he'd just announced he was purchasing the moon.Marriage? What the actual fuck?!“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Westmore…” I leaned forward, certain my ears were playing tricks on me. “But did you just say marriage?”His lips curved into that infuriating smirk.“That’s correct.”I froze.“As in…husband and wife?”He leaned back, looking thoroughly amused.“Is there another form?”My eyes widened.Oh, sweet baby Jesus.I gripped the armrest of my chair, slowly lowering myself back into it.“I…I don’t…”For perhaps the first time in my twenty-three years of existence, words completely failed me. And apparently, the arrogant bastard noticed.“Well, this is interesting.” His smirk widened. “I didn't think you were capable of becoming speechless. Is marrying me that much of an honor?”Oh, hell no!My head snapped up.“Listen here, Your Royal Arrogance. I'm not exactly sure what







