A Crown of Ashes
Sienna Calder swore sheād never touch her fatherās worldāDorian Ashford, shipping mogul and billionaire king, left her mom to rot while he built his empire. Sheās there to curse his grave when he dies, not to claim a dime. But his will traps her, naming her co-heir to his $50 billion legacy alongside Roman Valtieri, the brooding, hard-edged protĆ©gĆ© whoās clawed his way into Dorianās shadowāand now into hers. Theyāre to run the empire together or lose it all, and Sienna hates him for it: too slick, too close, every look a spark she doesnāt want.
Then a letter from Dorianās cold hand ignites the fireāhe was murdered, and Romanās nameās scratched beside the truth. A silver key and a vial of bloodāhers, hisādrag her deeper, promising answers locked in Ashford estate.But the walls crash in fast: Ezra Locke, a scarred snake with a grin like a blade, wants that key, and heāll drown the place to get it. Romanās her lifelineāgun drawn, hands steady, pulling her from the floodāand she loathes how his touch burns, how his voice steadies her when the waterās at her throat.
Caught between rage and a pull she canāt name, Sienna fights the heat growing with every near missāRomanās too damn solid, too damn close, and sheās torn between shoving him away and pulling him in. The empireās crumbling, the cliffās falling, and Ezraās not the only shadow circlingāsomething darker watches, waiting. Loveās a gamble when bloodās the stake, and Siennaās playing with a deck her father rigged. Can she trust Romanās hands to hold her up, or will the crown theyāre fighting for crush them both in its ashes?