She answered a job listing for a man who doesn’t exist.
Sienna Cole has three months of unpaid rent and nothing left to lose — until a live-in assistant position at Ashworth House offers her both. Six figures. No experience required. One condition: never ask about the mask.
Damian Ashworth has been dead for twelve years. The world just doesn’t know it yet.
He watches her from a window she doesn’t know he can see. He knows the balance of her bank account before she signs her name. He built an empire out of grief, vanished behind a mask and a lie, and told himself no one would ever get close enough to be used against him again.
Then she stopped being careful. So did he.
Damian doesn’t ask permission — not for the rules he sets, not for the decisions he makes about her life while she’s asleep, not for the parts of himself he keeps locked behind a door she isn’t allowed through.
He’ll burn his own empire to the ground to keep her safe.
He might burn her too, without meaning to.
Somewhere in the ashes of a fire that took his mother twelve years ago, a war never actually ended — and Sienna just became its last, best weapon.
She should run.
She’s going to stay, and find out exactly what’s under the mask instead.
A dark, obsessive romance featuring a scarred and possessive anti-hero, a heroine who refuses to be anyone’s victim, and a love that costs both of them everything before it saves either one.
Contains material some readers may find intense: power imbalance, morally gray behavior, and a hero who doesn’t always know where protection ends and danger begins.
