They call me a princess, but the mafia has no use for damsels in distress. Until Graham Steele waltzed in.
When two men cornered me that night at the bar, the handsome billionaire appeared with effortless authority and saved me.
I woke up in his mansion, snow piling up outside, trapping me with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Grumpy.
As the snow piles higher and the temperature drops, so do our defenses. The proximity reveals vulnerabilities we never wanted to show.
One night, he claimed my body, and I surrendered to him completely.
But when the snow melts and reality crashes back in, we realize that “we” can’t happen.
We come from different worlds and falling for each other could destroy us both.
Just imagine the headline: “The Grumpy Billionaire’s Mafia Princess.”
We might be a disaster waiting to happen, but the truth is… I already crave the storm.
