My life used to revolve around being a handsome, rich, and glamorous CEO.Now it’s about ducking booger missiles.
I don’t do chaos.Until a six-year-old daughter I never knew existed lands on my penthouse doorstep and detonates my entire life.
She won’t speak. Won’t eat. Won’t let anyone near her.The only person who can reach her is my executive assistant.
So I drag Marisol into my home and make her my live-in nanny.
Now she’s in my kitchen at midnight, braiding my daughter’s hair while I watch from the doorway like a man possessed. She calms the little girl I can’t. She cracks every wall I’ve spent decades building. She looks at me like she sees the man behind the armor—and she refuses to look away.
I was built to stay in control.
Instead I’m falling hard for the woman sleeping down the hall, the one who just became the heart of the family I never planned to need.
She came here to save my daughter.
She’s staying because I’m the one who can’t let her leave.
