I arrived at Paris Fashion Week ready to slay. Not to become a billionaire's obsession.
I'm a fashion trendsetter with momentum, ambition, and a target painted on my back.
When a scandal erupts at Paris Fashion Week, my PR team hires a renowned media strategist.
Connor Grey. Six feet of control, gray eyes, and lethal charm — and the moment he tries to take command of me, we collide.
Now we're flying in private jets and holding late-night strategy sessions behind locked doors.
Every time we're alone, restraint gets harder.
For the first time in my life, I stop calculating the risk and let myself fall.
I'm wrecked.
Then the truth detonates.
The attack on my brand isn't collateral damage. Someone wants me destroyed.
Connor wants to control the narrative. Then he wants me to be his.
And God help me, I want it.
Turns out the man protecting me from the fire is exactly why I’m burning.
