LOGINThree years ago, Lucian Vale destroyed her father's empire without a second thought. Now Aurora King is dead buried with her grief and Aurora Miller has taken her place. She built herself from nothing, fueled by one goal: make him pay. But revenge gets complicated when the enemy doesn't know you're alive. At a Manhattan charity gala, Aurora comes face-to-face with the devil himself. Lucian is younger, sharper, and more intoxicating than she imagined. One heated conversation leads to a private penthouse, his arrogant mouth on hers, and his dominant hands stripping away every vow she ever made. She hates him. She craves him. And when she flees into the night, she realizes the most dangerous weapon in this war isn't his money, it's the way he makes her feel. Forced into close quarters when Vale Industries needs her consultancy, Aurora must play the professional while hiding the truth: she's the daughter of the man he broke. But Lucian doesn't let go of what he wants. And after one taste, he wants her. As lines blur between enemy and lover, Aurora's revenge plan crumbles beneath stolen kisses and forbidden nights. Because the only thing more dangerous than his secrets… is hers. A steamy enemies-to-lovers billionaire romance featuring a dominant CEO who always gets what he wants, and the woman willing to burn his world down if his touch doesn't destroy hers first.
View MoreAurora stood in front of her bathroom mirror wearing nothing but a black skirt and self-loathing.The skirt was new and it ended higher than anything she owned, cutting across her thighs in a line that made her look taller and more dangerous than she felt. She had bought it yesterday after reading his email for the twentieth time. Wear a skirt. His email had commanded her. A three words command wrapped in arrogance. And here she was, obeying like a student trying so hard to impress a teacher she despised.She turned sideways. The fabric hugged her hips without mercy, the way she liked and knew he would like. She looked good, she knew she looked good but that was the problem."You are an idiot," she told her reflection.Her reflection agreed with a flirting look.She pulled on a white blouse and buttoned it to the collar, aiming for a little modesty but it didn't work, her long exposed legs had ensured she looked corporate and sexy . She thought about changing into the gray trousers ha
The morning came too soon. Aurora woke with a headache and a bruise on her neck that she would have to cover with makeup. She stood in the shower for twenty minutes, letting the hot water pound against her skin, trying to wash away the memory of his touch. It didn’t work. Nothing worked.She got out, dried off, wrapped herself in a robe that had been her father’s, and sat at her kitchen table with coffee that tasted like ash. Her phone was full of messages from her business partner, Maya, asking how the charity event had gone, if she had made any good contacts, if she had seen anyone interesting. Aurora typed back a lie: Boring. Rich people talking about money. Nothing useful.She didn’t mention the penthouse. She didn’t mention his hands. She didn’t mention that in three days she was scheduled to walk into Vale Industries headquarters for a preliminary meeting about a merger consultation, and that she had no idea how she would look him in the eye without remembering exactly how he
The charity event was held at the Whitney,it was less than an hour she arrived and Aurora's jaw already hurt from smiling. She had spent forty minutes circling the same white walls, the same glass sculptures, the same people who spoke in low voices about their summer homes in places she was sure she would never visit. Her feet ached in heels she had bought specifically for this, black strappy things that cost three hundred dollars and made her feel like an imposter.She was an imposter. That was the point? She had no business in these kind of place. I was a world of elites and she did not need to be told that she did not belong.Aurora Miller. That was the name on the invitation she had manufactured, it was the name on the business cards in her silver clutch, the name she had worn like armor for three years to protect herself. Before that she had been Aurora King, daughter of Thomas King, founder of King Tech Solutions, a man who had believed that building something good was enough
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