LOGINOne divorce. One hundred dollars. One hell of a mistake. Katherine West had it all, until her husband, George, dropped a bomb on their five-year anniversary: He’s gay, he’s in love, and she’s evicted. Left with a frozen bank account and a shattered heart, Katherine decides to go out with a bang. She spends her last hundred dollars on the most dangerous-looking man at The Gilded Lily, hoping for one night of friction to erase five years of lies. It worked. It was the best mistake of her life. Until the next morning, when a court order forces Katherine and George to live together for ninety days of marriage counseling. George has lost his fortune and moved them into his mysterious new lover’s penthouse to save face. The door opens, and Katherine meets her new landlord: Killian McLeroy. The man she hired last night. The man her husband calls the love of his life." Now, Katherine is trapped in a house of glass with the man who knows her body, the man who stole her husband, and a secret that could burn all of Manhattan down. Ninety days. Two enemies. One bed. Let the games begin.
View MoreChapter 55Katherine’s POVI didn’t sleep.The note sat on the small desk like a live wire. I read it three more times under the weak night light, then folded it once and slid it into the pocket of the black athletic set I would wear tomorrow. No one else in the women’s wing needed to see it. Not yet.I waited until the hallway cameras completed their slow sweep, then slipped out barefoot and moved the way I had the night of the anonymous text, counting angles, using the shadows the producers still hadn’t fully covered. The service alcove behind the secondary arena was still the only place the feeds went soft.Killian was already there.He didn’t ask how I found him. He simply watched me step into the narrow space and close the distance until the only light was the thin strip leaking from the corridor.I pulled the note out and held it between us.He took it, read it once, then again. His jaw tightened so hard the muscle jumped.“Who gave you this?”“It was under my pillow. No signatu
Chapter 54Katherine’s POVThe main arena had been transformed overnight into something that looked more like a late-night game show than a reality house stage. A long raised platform ran the length of the room. Ten marked spots glowed under individual spotlights. A massive digital board behind the host’s podium already displayed every male contestant’s name in neutral white. My name sat alone at the top in blood-red letters.Molly stood center stage in a black dress that caught every light. The LIVE indicator pulsed like a heartbeat.“Welcome to the Loyalty Auction,” she announced, voice bright enough to cut glass. “Tonight Katherine Kendrick will rank every male competitor currently in this house from most preferred to least preferred for public alliance. Each man will have ninety seconds to make his case. Katherine will then place them. The nation votes in real time. Rankings determine points, immunity, and who walks into the next phase with a decisive advantage. No private deals.
Chapter 53Katherine’s POVThe message hit every phone in the house at 2:07 a.m.No warning. No countdown. Just a grainy, shaky video that opened on the exact second the lights died on the catwalk.I was already awake when it arrived. Most of us were. The Alliance Board still glowed in the common room like a neon wound, and sleep had become optional.The footage was darker than the suite tape. Grainier. But the sound was perfect.My own choked moan filled the silent women’s wing first.Then the wet, filthy slide of fingers.Then Killian’s voice, low, filthy, unmistakable ordering me to come while my husband admitted on national television that he hadn’t touched me in years.Someone down the hall screamed. Someone else started laughing, high and unhinged. Doors slammed. Feet pounded.By the time I reached the common area the entire house was already there, faces lit by phone screens, the same thirty-second clip looping on every device.George stood near the Alliance Board, phone clutch
Chapter 52Katherine’s POVThe house didn’t sleep.By the time the first gray light leaked through the high warehouse windows, three more men had already cornered me in the kitchen, the courtyard, and the hallway outside the women’s wing.The first one, Couple 6, the one with the expensive watch and the permanent smirk leaned against the counter while I poured coffee.“I saw the numbers this morning,” he said, voice low and smooth. “You’re the only story left in this building. I’m not interested in the official pairing. I’m interested in the one that actually moves the needle.”I didn’t look up from the mug. “And what exactly are you offering that the last three haven’t already tried to sell me?”“Access. Protection. A public alliance that doesn’t come with a husband who still thinks diapers are a personality trait.”I finally met his eyes. “Cute. Try again when you have something that isn’t recycled ambition.”He laughed, soft and unbothered, and walked away.The second one found me
Chapter 20George stood in the hallway like a sentry of vengeance, his chest puffed out with a sickening sense of righteousness. He had discarded the cold coffees in a nearby bin, feeling a surge of adrenaline that made him forget the aches of the Floor 42 bullpen.Finally, he thought, his heart ra
Chapter 4George didn't wait for her in the hallway. He paced the marble corridor like a caged animal, each sharp turn of his polished loafers clicking against the stone with metronomic fury. His phone was pressed so hard against his ear that his knuckles stood out bone-white, the tendons in his f
Chapter 3Katherine's eyelids fluttered against the assault of dawn, but the sun was merciless, a golden informant spilling secrets through the expansive glass walls of the penthouse. It wasn't a gentle awakening; it was a brutal intrusion, the light slicing like a serrated blade straight into the
Chapter 2The heavy beat of the club throbbed in perfect, cruel synchrony with the pulse beneath Katherine’s palm where the hundred-dollar bill lay flattened against the polished bar top. Killian didn’t reach for it right away. He studied the crumpled note the way a collector might examine a flawe






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