At the edge of a cliff, in the pouring rain, the man I once loved attacks me. His fingers tear at my flesh, his breath hot in my ear as he spews venomous words of hate and promises of death.
Pretending to date my handsome new housemate was already a bad idea, but then I discover he’s no ordinary guy—he’s a mobster in hiding. And in this story, he’s not the hero, but the wicked villain.
“You are mine, Sweetheart. You were always going to be mine.” ♥♥♥♥♥ They say don’t mix business with pleasure. But I bet they never had to work with Griffin Parker. He headhunts me to manage the spa in h…
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.
