I wake up in the hospital with no memory of the past year. The last thing I remember? JP Wolfe, my brooding billionaire boss, threatening to fire me in front of the entire tech team.
I’d rather work for Satan on designing hell than work for billionaire property tycoon Jack Knight. The arrogant playboy treats London like it’s his Monopoly board.
Liam McLaren: London's most ruthless financial hotshot and the big boss at Ashbury Thornton Equity Group. Just whisper his name and even the city’s toughest traders break out in a cold sweat.
Breaking News: Rugby’s bad boy marries his best friend’s little sister If Renn Brewer would’ve asked me to marry him, I would’ve said no. Why? One, his reputation precedes him. His name is in the headlin…
My husband devours me with every glance. Kisses me like he’s starved and I’m his only sustenance. And when he holds me in his arms, the whole world fades away. There’s just one problem. It’s all pretend b…
