LOGINLily Carter never expected the clumsy tourist she rescued from black diamond slope to have the bluest eyes she’d ever seen or a smile that made her chest ache. Teaching him to ski was supposed to be easy. Keeping her feelings in check? Not so much. Jake seems sweet, awkward and almost too grateful for her time… but he’s hiding something. Because Jake Rylan isn’t just another tourist—he’s one of the most powerful billionaires in the world. She’s falling for the man behind the mask. He’s terrified she’ll hate him when the truth comes out. When secrets melt and sparks turn into fire, will their story end with heartbreak or a love worth more than all the billions in the world?
View MoreHENRY Jake Ryland. The news said he was alive. Married. Happy. Married to a woman who damn well wasn’t Lily. My stomach twisted. I’d been there. I’d watched them sign those papers in that tiny advocate office, watched Jake kiss her, watched them drive off to Lily’s cabin in Aspenridge. I had pictures. I’d come here looking for some record—any sign of what had happened to Jake after the storm. But the staff were tight-lipped, and every computer I tried to snoop past had a firewall that laughed in my face. I needed a miracle. That’s when the elevator dinged behind me. I turned, my breath hitched. A woman stepped out, walking slowly, hand resting over her abdomen as if she were steadying herself. Pale, exhausted, bundled in a coat far too thin for the weather. She kept her head down, but I would’ve recognized that hair anywhere, that posture. Lily. Alive. I froze. My limbs forgot how to operate. I opened my mouth to call her name. But a doctor burst out behind her, c
The universe had a twisted sense of humor. Henry knew this because the last time he’d tried calling Jake and Lily—his two favorite chaos magnets—their phones had simultaneously died, and then he had nearly died on the highway trying to get to Aspenridge through a blizzard that looked like Mother Nature had a personal vendetta against him. He’d left the city in a rush, muttering to himself the entire drive.Barely two days after returning from the secret wedding and the tabloids had already gotten the news.The close up picture of them three in that small office proving they had been followed since the beginning. But when the reception died, when every attempt to reach them hit a dead end, the laughter dried in his throat. By the time he reached the mountain pass, a black SUV appeared out of nowhere—blinding lights, screeching tires. It blocked the road, cutting him off so abruptly he nearly skidded into a snowbank. His heart slammed into his ribs as a man stepped out. No badge.
LILY By the time Mr. Collins shut the apartment door behind us, my legs had stopped cooperating. The adrenaline that pushed me through the crowd, through the cameras, through the unbearable sight of Jake standing a breath away yet oceans apart—vanished. All that was left was a trembling shell of a body that wanted to collapse. “Sit, Lily,” Mr. Collins urged softly. I did. The old couch sagged beneath me, familiar and worn and safe in a way nothing else in my life was anymore. My heartbeat was still erratic, thudding hard enough to echo in my ears. Outside the window, the city lights blurred behind the fog of exhaustion. He paced for a moment, hands on his hips. “You could’ve been trampled out there. What were you thinking, going to that madhouse?” “I had to see him.” The words scraped out of me, raw and bruised. Mr. Collins’s expression shifted— a quiet understanding he didn’t dare voice. He slowly took the armchair opposite me. “You cared for him.” Not a question. A gen
JAKE The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime that echoed strangely in my bones. It was my first day back. My first step into the life everyone insisted belonged to me. The executive floor stretched out in polished glass and muted lighting, sleek and impressive in a way that should have sparked pride. Instead, all I felt was a dull pressure behind my ribs, a sensation like I was trespassing on a memory I couldn’t access. My assistant greeted me with an efficient smile, rattling off the morning’s schedule, but her voice drifted behind me as I stepped into the office that had supposedly been mine for years. The moment I crossed the threshold, a strange heaviness settled over me. Everything was perfect, but none of it felt lived in. The air held a sterile chill as though the room had been sealed shut for months. I moved slowly, letting my fingertips drift across the glass desk, the bookshelves, the metal edge of the chair. Every surface was familiar in shape yet foreign in






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