NOELLE
I built my journalism career on truth, integrity, and the definitive exposé that sent tech tycoon Robert Kane to federal prison. I thought I was delivering justice. But on a cold Tuesday morning, reality catches up to me in the form of a legal summons to the forty-third floor of Kane Holdings.
Dominic Kane—the brilliant, ice-cold billionaire heir—has spent the last fourteen months quietly buying up my life. My consolidated student loans. The lease-to-own agreement on my West Village apartment. Even the critical line of credit keeping my independent news outlet afloat. He owns everything I owe.
His terms are simple: sign a twelve-month contract to become his personal Director of Narrative Communications, or face immediate financial ruin. I’m trapped in a cage of my own making, forced to work inches away from the man I swore to hate. But as we square off behind closed doors, the borders between us begin to blur, and I realize the original story wasn’t the truth at all—it was a weapon.
