The money appears in my account: $387,443. It’s the exact amount I owe down to the last cent.
I’ve been watching you, Jade. Come to Malibu. We have unfinished business. —P.C. I should be terrified. I am. But I can’t stay away.
I’m drowning in medical bills and student loans, barely surviving on three jobs while trying to become a writer. Phoenix Crawford just threw me a lifeline.
But billionaires don’t give away hundreds of thousands of dollars without wanting something in return. He’s been waiting seventeen years to make me his.
Now that I’m here, he has no intention of letting me leave. He says we’re meant to be together. But there are things he’s not telling me: secrets from my past.
And the deeper I fall into Phoenix’s world, the more I realize: Every touch is possession. Every kiss is ownership. Every whispered promise is a gilded cage closing around me. This was never about me.
This was always about revenge. Some obsessions destroy you. But what if you’re already broken?
