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He's cold, broken, and terrified of love. She's the only one who sees the man beneath the ice. Serena Johnson is an aspiring prosecutor with nothing to lose and a mother who won't stop pushing. When she's forced to take a nanny job for a reclusive billionaire, she expects cold stares and endless rules. She doesn't expect a silent six-year-old boy whose drawings reveal a murder. Alexander Otto doesn't trust women. His mother abandoned him at thirteen, and he's spent two decades building walls no one can breach. But beneath the ice is a man drowning in grief. His brother is dead. His nephew won't speak. And his nightmares are haunted by the mother who walked away. Then Serena finds the drawings. A car crash. A faceless woman. A man with a weapon. Words scrawled in red crayon: HE DID IT. Alexander has been looking for answers. Serena has been trained her whole life to find them. Together, they unravel a conspiracy that goes back fifteen years—and the closer they get to the truth, the harder they fall. Late nights become whispered confessions. Investigations become stolen kisses. But someone is watching. Someone who's been burying the truth all along. And they'll kill to keep it buried. He hates women. She's the one who uncovers his truth. And the passion between them might just burn down everything they've built.

Six years ago, A doctor told me my newborn daughter didn't survive. I broke into a million pieces. I never truly healed. Desperate for cash, I take a job as a nanny for Alexander Vance-A billionaire whose six year old daughter, Jasmine, is infamous for terrorizing every nanny in the city. She hates me on sight. She locks me out, throws tantrums, and makes it her personal mission to drive me insane. I almost quit. But every time I look into her stubborn, fiery eyes, something pulls me back. Then came the accident. While cleaning a scrape on her knee after one of her stunts, my heart stops. On her inner ankle rests a distinct, crescent shaped birthmark. The exact birthmark my baby had before they declared her dead. My hands start shaking. My breath hitches. "Who gave you that mark?" I whisper, tears blurring my eyes. Jasmine glare at me, pulling her leg away. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom!" Alexander steps into the room, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "Is there a problem with my daughter?" I stare at the billionaire who has no idea his late wife stole my child. My baby didn't die six years ago. She's been living in this penthouse all along. And I will burn the world down before I lose her again.

Five years after a desperate one-night stand with a masked stranger, an impoverished mother becomes the live-in housekeeper for a ruthless CEO—unaware he is the father of her triplets, or that he has spent years hunting for her.