LOGINSabrina's POVWhispers erupted across the expansive marble lobby of Titan Capitals. Employees halted in their tracks. Security guards froze at their designated posts. Dozens of eyes fixed on the open elevator bank.The billionaire CEO stood in the center of the elevator car. A three-year-old boy clung to his tailored suit pants.Dominic looked down. His dark eyebrows snapped together. He did not reach down to pick the crying child up and not offer a comforting pat.He looked past the boy and locked eyes with the blonde woman in the red dress."Jennifer," Dominic's voice cracked like a whip across the room. "What are you doing in my building? Whose child is this?"Jennifer walked forward. Her stiletto heels clicked a sharp rhythm against the polished floor.She stopped a few feet from the elevator doors and bit her lower lip.Tears pooled in her large blue eyes, threatening to spill over her perfect makeup. She put on a flawless display of vulnerability."I had no choice, Dominic," Jen
Sabrina's POV"I defended our agreement," I argued and wedged my hands against his solid chest, trying to create space between us."I pushed her blank check away. I told her we make our own decisions.""You told her we would sign the papers and walk away." Dominic shifted his weight. His thigh pressed between my knees. "You mapped out our exit strategy in front of my grandmother.""I stated a fact," I argued, hated the tremor in my voice. "We have a contract, Dominic. I upheld my end of the bargain. And I did not take her bribe."Dominic did not move away. He brought his right hand up. His fingers gripped my chin, holding my face in place. He forced me to look into his ice-blue eyes. The anger in his gaze shifted into something darker, something harder to read."An agreement," Dominic repeated. The word sounded like poison on his tongue. "Is that all I am to you, Sabrina? A walking bank account? A signature on a legal document? A temporary roommate?"His thumb brushed across my bottom
Sabrina's POVI stared at the gold embossed numbers on the blank check. The urge to rip the paper into pieces faded. Dominic's voice echoed in my head. Be yourself.I met Isabella's icy stare. "You built a global empire. You raised a corporate shark. I respect your achievements, Mrs. Hudson."Isabella tapped her cane against the floor. "Flattery bores me. Get to the point.""Fine. I will skip the flattery." I pushed the check back across the glass table. "You suffocate him."Isabella's eyebrows snapped together. "Excuse me?""You manage his love life like a quarterly earnings report," I said. "You arrange blind dates. You throw strangers at him. You never ask him what he actually wants."Isabella lifted her chin. "I provide him with suitable options. Women of caliber. I ensure the Hudson legacy survives.""You over-manage him," I argued. "It works the same way in agriculture. You dump too much nitrogen on a field, the roots burn. You force a crop to grow in the wrong climate, the frui
Sabrina's POVIsabella took a sip from the porcelain cup. Her face scrunched. She placed the cup back onto the saucer with a sharp clink."This coffee tastes like corporate ambition and despair, Dominic." She waved a manicured hand toward the vaulted ceiling and the minimalist gray furniture."And this penthouse. It matches your entire aura. Sterile. Colorless. Entirely frigid."I bit the inside of my cheek to stop a laugh. Frigid?The man sitting next to me bent me over a kitchen counter hours ago. He dripped hot wax on my bare chest last night.Dominic Hudson possessed a lot of dangerous qualities, but a frigid libido was absolutely not one of them. My thighs still ached from his brand of sterile minimalism.Dominic leaned back against the leather sofa. He crossed his ankle over his knee. "My interior decorator aims for modern minimalism, Grandma. Not everyone appreciates a room stuffed with seventeenth-century tapestries."Isabella ignored his sarcasm. She pinned her ice-blue gaze
Dominic's POVAmber scotch splashed over the rim of the crystal glass. The bottle met the bar cart with a dull thud. A second chime echoed from the front door.Three million dollars a year funds my public relations department. Those executives scrubbed the major news networks and silenced the tabloids, keeping the farm incident out of the papers. They failed to monitor TikTok.A bored teenager recorded the helicopter landing in the pasture.The shaky footage showed Sabrina snatching the microphone and captured the dust cloud swallowing the wedding guests.A trending pop song masked the audio, pushing the video to three million views in under four hours. Small-town gossips feed on spectacle.My grandmother saw the footage somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. Landing at JFK Airport an hour ago, she bypassed the corporate headquarters. And she steered her sports car straight to my penthouse.Isabella Hudson is a force of nature. Taking control of Titan Capitals decades ago, she expanded th
Sabrina's POVI stared at the black ink on the white paper. The printed words blurred together. Injunction granted. Accounts frozen. My lungs stopped working. The air in the foyer turned thin.The new harvesters sitting in the barn needed diesel. The logistics trucks needed drivers.My father employed fifteen seasonal workers.Harvest season demanded cash flow. Without access to those funds, the strawberries would rot in the fields by the weekend.My parents' entire operation would grind to a halt. The bank would repossess the land."He is freezing the farm accounts," I said. My voice shook. The manila envelope slipped from my fingers and hit the tile floor. "He found a loophole."Dominic plucked the papers from my hands. He scanned the first page. His expression remained passive. He crumpled the legal document into a ball. He tossed it into a metal trash can in the corner of the foyer."Hey!" I protested. I reached for the bin. "That is a court order!"He blocked my path with his bo







