LOGINOne man, One Deal, One Night. Icen Evren Knight Was Mine. I met a billionaire on a lie. I was his temporary Cinderella. He was my prince, all sharp edges and expensive sin. That night ruined me. He took my breath. He set my body on fire. Icen was savage. I kept the ring he gave me—proof that the magical moment was real. But I had to run. No note, no goodbye. I became a ghost. That one-night mistake became my whole life. A pair of midnight eyes. A tiny heartbeat. Our son. I had to keep moving, running constantly to save our son. My past is a killer. He took my twin sister. He wants me dead. That constant running saved me from two things: the man who killed my sister, and the father of my child that I left behind. Four years later, fate threw me back to the man who ruined me. He’s still painfully gorgeous. He still smells like expensive sin. Now? He hates me. To him, I’m a ghost. A liar who ran. A mistake he wished to undone. The cruelest curse: He’s my boss. I’m his employee. We breathe the same air, I have no fairy good mother or a magic wand to save me from his wrath. I need to toughen up. I must fit into his world. Not for me, but for the boy whose face reminds me of the man I ache for. Now I have two predators: the powerful boss who wants me exposed, and the killer who wants me buried. I'll sacrifice everything for my son. Because fairytales are for fools, and I’m living proof of a dream that may not come true.
View MoreIcenThe silence after she walked out wasn't just quiet; it was a void, cold and absolute, trying to suck the oxygen right out of the room. I didn't move for a long minute. I couldn't. The moment the door clicked, I lunged, slamming both palms down on the massive mahogany table, gripping the edge until the expensive wood seemed to groan beneath my weight.Boyfriend.The word was a goddamn spike driven through my head. She said it so easily. So calmly. Like it was a given. Like she had simply found a suitable replacement for the fire we shared. The thought was nauseating. It was an appalling intrusion into the space that was exclusively, violently mine.She stood right there, shaking with defiance, smelling like a mistake I should have erased but only etched deeper. She looked me in the eye, that sharp, dangerous golden gaze, and threw down the final gauntlet.Was it a lie? A calculated defense to keep me at bay? Or was it true? Was there some man—some stranger—who was sharing her chao
WillaMy breathing was fast, a trapped bird fluttering behind my ribs. The entire office tilted, and the world went soft at the edges. Every nerve ending, every desperate instinct, screamed his name: He is here.Icen.My Icen.“Everything okay Willa?” Leona’s worried words yanked me from my own bubble. My hands trembled, clenched into fists inside my pockets, fighting to maintain some semblance of a professional pose.“Leave.”Damn that sultry, sexy voice. It sent a prickly sensation sparking across my skin, a raw, immediate physical reaction I loathed.I turned away, staring at the floor, mentally thanking Icen. He wants me out of his sight, out of his life. The man who took my innocence that night doesn't want anything to do with me. To him, I’m a runaway. A thief. A liability.“Not you, Leona. Leave us.”Holy shit. No. Please God, send some angel. Send me anywhere but here, trapped alone with him.“Right away, Sir.” Leona’s voice was the last sound before the soft click of the door
The snap of the cold sheet against my bare skin woke me. I was alone.I sat up instantly, the movement sharp, violent. My eyes focused on the space beside me. Empty. The pillow still held the faint, metallic scent of her cheap shampoo, a ghost of her presence that felt like a slap in the face. My chest seized, a thick, knotting pain in my ribs. An animal snarl was trapped in my throat, a sound I couldn't release.I got out of the bed. The hotel suite was too quiet, too clean, suddenly enormous and sterile without her chaos. No note. No warning. Just the scent and the ringing silence.I walked to the balcony, the marble cold beneath my feet. I, Icen Knight, one of the most powerful men in the world, had let a woman walk out on me—a strange, chaotic woman I had known for forty-eight hours. She took the ring, a gesture of finality that was a brilliant, sharp insult.Idiot. The word was a self-inflicted wound.Panic hit me, cold and fast, cutting through the shock. It wasn't about the pri
Four Years Later The time passed in a blur of hospitals, job applications, and quiet nights. My mother was recovering slowly, and I had managed to rebuild a small, contained life out of the wreckage.The moving trucks finally stop on the wide street of a suburban neighborhood. The engine sighed, a final sound of heavy effort. My eyes flick to the back seat. “This is it, baby.” I whisper with a shaky smile, leaning back to touch the small, warm body in the car seat.Light, my son, stares out the window at our new house, a small, quiet fear in his big blue eyes. He was four, built like a miniature god, with eyes the color of a midnight ocean. Nerves flutter wildly in my stomach. Light. My sunshine, my reason for breathing, my constant reminder of that reckless week in Bora Bora.This is the fresh start we need. Far away from old ghosts, old mistakes, and the constant fear of recognition.We spend the entire day arranging boxes, the cardboard smelling dusty and new. I watched Light slee
IcenHer amber eyes track me like she’s trying to read every locked part of me. The light from the setting sun through the window caught the fine flecks of gold in her irises, making them glitter with dangerous curiosity. I could feel the microscopic movements of her breath, the slight, nervous shi
His eyes drop to my linked arm, then slowly lifted back to my face. His grin is sinful, a slow, deliberate curve of the lips that promised trouble and damnation.“And you are my… wife?” he drawled, his voice dipping low, a private joke just for us, his tone suggesting he was enjoying the setup far
His pants tighten beneath me, a hard, undeniable presence pressing against my bottom. And a breath escapes my mouth—embarrassing and airy. It was definitely a sound of pleasure, not fear.Really, Willa? Moaning? While the plane is falling out of the sky and you’re straddling a self-obsessed jerk?“
Prologue“I never meant to fall in love with your ex-boyfriend, Willa.”That’s the first thing she says. No sorry. No warning.Just that.The wedding invitation is shaking in my hand. I don’t even know if it’s from anger, heartbreak, or just pure disbelief.My sister.And my ex-boyfriend.Their nam






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