Se connecter"You’ll work for me, Anna. You’ll live with me. And you’ll warm my bed every night. That’s the deal." Five years ago, Anna Rodriguez walked out on Dominic Moretti, leaving behind the man she loved—and the dangerous world he ruled. She had a secret to protect, a life to save. But now, fate has brought her back into his shadow. Desperate to pay her daughter Lily’s mounting medical bills, Anna takes a job as a waitress at a high-end nightclub. She thought she could handle anything… until Dominic strides back into her life, darker, harder, and more dangerous than ever. When a confrontation turns into an ultimatum, Dominic seizes the opportunity to reclaim Anna. He offers her a deal she can’t refuse: Money. Money that can pay for Lily’s treatments, but Anna must become his mistress, body and soul. “You think you can control me?” she snaps. Dominic’s lips curve into a predatory smile. “No, Anna. I already do.” Thrown into Dominic’s seductive, perilous world, Anna fights to keep her heart—and her secrets—safe. But Dominic isn’t a man to be deceived. When he discovers Lily’s existence, the stakes skyrocket, and so does his possessive obsession. As old passions reignite and deadly rivals circle closer, Anna and Dominic are thrust into a battle for love, family, and survival. Dominic will stop at nothing to protect what’s his. But can Anna surrender her heart to the man who’s claimed her life?
Voir plusWe reached the ground floor, the echo of my heels following us until the glass doors slid open. Parked right at the curb was a sleek, black limo—long, polished, commanding attention even under the faint glow of the streetlights. Of course. It would be a limo.Dominic’s hand was at the small of my back as he guided me forward. He opened the door with a smooth flick of his wrist, his eyes catching mine briefly before he held out his hand. Gentleman and tyrant in equal measure.I slipped inside, letting him help me, the silk of my dress whispering against the leather seat as I settled in. A moment later, he climbed in beside me, the door shutting with a weighty finality that muffled the noise of the city outside. The world was cut off, leaving just the two of us in that dim cocoon of luxury.Without a word, he leaned forward, pressing a button, and a discreet compartment slid open, revealing a chilled bottle. He poured with a practiced ease, pale bubbles fizzing as they rose in the delic
Anna’s POVI should’ve known the moment Dominic said, “It’s taken care of.” That man doesn’t handle things—he annihilates obstacles. So, of course, Anthony Bellafonte, the Anthony Bellafonte, managed to pull a gown out of thin air in two days. The same Anthony whose client waitlist is longer than a royal coronation and twice as dramatic.And here he was now, fluttering around me like a peacock draped in silk.“Bellissima,” he breathed, circling me with the intensity of a man inspecting a priceless artifact. “How do you exist, hm? Women would sell their souls to look like this, and you—” He snapped his fingers in the air. “You roll out of bed and ruin couture for the rest of humanity.”I laughed, a little nervously, smoothing down the skirt. “I don’t know about ruining couture. More like trying not to trip over it.”Anthony clutched his chest like I’d stabbed him. “Tripping? On this masterpiece? Cara, you do not trip. You glide. You float. You—” His eyes darted to the dress again, dark
The warehouse mess was still eating at the back of my head, but the thought of Anna flickered at the edges of my mind like a persistent flame. We hadn’t talked about the lies, the secrets, the way she’d looked at me that night—raw and unraveled—before I’d stitched her back together with my hands and teeth. But that was the thing about us. We didn’t need to talk. The silence between us was its own language, and right now, it said normal.Or as normal as we got.I checked my watch. Late enough to drag her home.I headed for her office, which was on the same floor as mine. I needed her as close as I could keep. I would have wanted her inside my room, honestly, but I knew she wouldn’t have approved.The door was cracked open, and I caught sight of her inside, leaning against the edge of her desk, talking to one of the coworkers—a tall guy, young, clean-cut. The way his eyes lingered on her said more than words.And Anna—my Anna—was smiling back, her fingers curled around a pen like she ha
Dominic’s POVI was in the office, with a glass of single malt, and the endless columns of numbers that never seemed to add up the way I wanted them to.The amber glow of the desk lamp caught the edge of my pen as I circled a figure, the ink bleeding slightly into the paper.My phone lit up with Dario’s name. Dario is one of my enforcers and he didn’t call unless it mattered. I answered quickly.“Boss,” he said without preamble, voice clipped, “we’ve got a problem. The warehouse down on Pier Forty-Seven, near the old docks was hit last night. The new shipment is gone.”The pen stilled in my hand.“How much?” I asked, though I already knew.“All of it.” He said grimly.Pier Forty-Seven was one of our quieter locations, the kind that kept out of the spotlight. Whoever hit it wasn’t just after the product—they were sending a message. The timing was too fucking perfect to be a coincidence.“How much is ‘all of it,’ Dario?” I asked, though I already knew I’d hate the answer.“Close to three
The sunlight cut through the curtains, sharp and unrelenting, dragging me awake. My face was stiff with dried tears, eyes swollen, heart a lead weight in my chest. Last night had been a war—one I’d fought silently, trapped between the need to confess everything and the terror of what would happen i
Dominic’s POVMy phone buzzed just as I was about to throw it across the room.Roman. Finally.“Found her,” he said, like it was nothing. Like he was reading a sports headline. “She’s at the same hospital she was at last time.”Hospital.That one word made the breath catch in my chest. I didn’t mov
Anna’s POVThe ping of my phone vibrated against the polished desk, drawing my attention away from Dominic’s schedule on the tablet screen. I expected a calendar update or maybe an internal message from Andrew. But instead, I saw the familiar name flashing across the screen.Nurse Ellie.A sharp jo
(Dominic’s POV)She sat beside me in the backseat like nothing happened last night.Legs crossed. Spine straight. Hair up in one of those tight buns she only did when she wanted to pretend her control was real. Tablet in hand, stylus poised, that same damn calm, clipped tone she always used when sh






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