WICKED INHERITANCE
Three years ago, Ivy Valmonte married Julian Blackwood to save her family from ruin. The night before the wedding, she let Sebastian ruin her instead, on the marble floor of the wine cellar while the rehearsal dinner carried on upstairs. It never stopped.
Stolen nights in hotel suites, quick and brutal sex in the back of limousines, whispered threats and promises while Julian slept down the hall. They hated each other for it. They lived for it.
Now Julian is dead, the will has been read, and the empire is split:
60% to Ivy.
40% to Sebastian.
Only one of them can gain interest.
Only one of them can destroy the other.
They declare war in boardrooms by day, and tear each other apart in bed by night, because some addictions are stronger than hate, and some secrets are worth killing for.
Love was never the problem. It was the price.