LOGINWhat's worse than catching your husband cheating? Catching him with your best friend. What's worse than that? Having nowhere to go when you leave. What's worse than THAT? Sleeping with a stranger to forget... then finding out he's your new boss the next morning. But here's the REAL question: What do you do when that boss is engaged to someone else, but he swears he's ending it for you? When your ex is suing you for $5 million you don't have? When his ex-fiancée corners you at work calling you a homewrecker? I'm Harper Lane. Four weeks ago I had a husband, a best friend, and a job I was good at. Now I have, Divorce papers, A lawsuit I can't win, A boss I can't stop wanting, An ex-fiancée who won't leave me alone, and Zero idea who to trust anymore He says he's falling for me. She says he's using me. My ex says I'm a manipulator. My heart says I'm falling apart. Everyone keeps giving me advice. But nobody's asking the right question: What does HARPER want? I'm about to find out, just as you are about to find out too in this book, And it's going to be messy
View MoreHarper's POV:My father stood alive in front of me, while every painful memory I had buried with him tore through me again.I had spent six years blaming myself for his death, but the man watching me had not come back to apologize.He had come back to finish what he started.“Harper,” my father said, studying me with the same cold eyes I remembered from childhood, “you have not changed.”My knees weakened beneath me, but Hardin caught me before I hit the ground. His arm locked around my waist while his other hand steadied my shoulder, keeping my body against his chest.“Do not touch her,” Hardin warned, his voice low enough to make the air feel tense.My father glanced at him without concern. “You must be Hardin Wolfe.”Hardin’s hold tightened around me. “You're trying to tell me you know who I am.”“I know more about you than you think.”The words sent a chill through me, but my attention remained fixed on my father. His face had aged, yet nothing about him felt unfamiliar. The same
Harper's POV:The man I had spent six years mourning had just asked me to meet him, and I did not know whether I was about to find my dead father or walk into the trap of someone who knew exactly how to destroy me.Hardin's arms remained around my waist as he studied the paper in my hand, and his expression hardened when he read the date beneath the message."You are not going alone," he said, keeping his gaze on mine."I was asked to come alone," I replied, folding the paper against my palm.His jaw tightened as he stepped away from me. "That does not mean you have to listen.""It does when I want answers."Hardin looked toward Hailey, then Roman, before returning his attention to me. "You think I am going to let you walk into a meeting with someone who stole that card from your bedroom?""I think you are forgetting that this is my father we are talking about," I said, holding his gaze. "If he is alive, I need to hear from him myself.""You do not know that he is alive.""I know his h
Harper's POV:My father's handwriting was on the envelope in my bedroom, which was impossible because I had watched him die six years ago and spent every year since believing he was dead.I could barely breathe as my fingers tightened around the paper because the letters were too familiar to mistake for anyone else's."That's my father," I said quietly, keeping my eyes on the handwriting.Hardin moved closer, his attention fixed on my face rather than the envelope. "Harper, are you sure?""I know his handwriting," I replied, tracing one of the letters with my eyes. "I grew up seeing it on bills, notes, grocery lists, everything, so I would recognize it anywhere."Hailey stepped forward and held out her hand. "Do not open it yet."I turned toward her sharply. "Why?""Because whoever left this wanted you to find it," she said, glancing toward the bedroom door. "We already know someone got inside this house, stole the card, and knew exactly where you kept it, so this could be another tra
Harper's POV:"Hardin, what card is he talking about?" I asked, staring into his face because the fear in his eyes was the one thing I could not explain.He did not answer immediately, and that silence made my stomach twist harder than the accusation on the screen ever had."The black card," he finally said, lowering his voice as his fingers tightened around my wrist. "The one you took from Daniel Reeves."My mouth went dry because I had spent six years trying not to think about that card, and now a stranger had called me to tell me it should have been destroyed."How the hell does he know about it?" I asked, pulling my wrist free as I looked between Hardin, Hailey, and Roman. "Nobody was supposed to know I still had it."Hailey's expression sharpened as she stepped closer. "You still have it?"I nodded slowly, and the movement felt heavier than it should have."Where?""In my bedroom."Hardin's eyes immediately moved toward the hallway."No," I said, catching his arm before he could m
Harper's POV:Something warm pressed against my side and my eyes cracked open slow.Hardin.He was still here... still asleep next to me with his arm thrown across my waist like he was afraid I'd disappear if he let go.My chest did this stupid flutter thing and I hated it... hated that just lookin
Harper's POV:Five million dollars.The number kept repeating in my head like some kind of sick joke and I couldn't make it stop no matter how many times I blinked at the paper or tried to pretend I hadn't just been served with a lawsuit that would destroy whatever was left of my life."Let me hand
Harper's POV:Connor was standing right there in front of me and the shock on his face would have been funny if I wasn't so angry I could barely see straight."Harper, wait." He blinked like he thought I was some kind of ghost that shouldn't be here. "You moved to LA? Of all places? I thought you'd
Harper's POV:His hand was on mine before I could process what was happening, pulling me away from Connor and Jenny and all those cameras pointed at us like we were some kind of show they paid to watch."Your property?" Connor's voice came from somewhere behind us but Hardin didn't stop moving, his












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