His Ruin, Hers To Steal
I gave a stranger my panties on a plane.
Not because I'm reckless. Not because I do things like this.
But because Damien Cross looked at me like I was something worth destroying himself over, and I wanted to be devoured.
Four hours at 30,000 feet. That's all it took for him to unravel every careful thread of the life I'd built. One look. One touch. One whispered promise that I was his.
Then he vanished.
No calls. No texts. Just a breaking news report showing him married to someone else, while I stood in a hotel bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test.
Six years later, I've rebuilt myself. I'm a mother. A success. I've learned to survive without him.
Until he walks into my photoshoot and recognizes the birthmark he once traced with his tongue.
He says he never stopped looking for me. That his marriage was a cage he's finally escaped. That the twin boys I've been raising alone are his sons, and he wants his family back.
But Damien Cross is a man who deals in empires and enemies. Someone close to him wants me gone. The threats start. The danger escalates. And I realize that loving Damien means walking into a war I never signed up for.
He says he'll burn the world down to keep us safe.
I'm terrified he means it.
Some men are worth the fall but men are the wreckage.
But Damien is both.