ā¦her submission.
Isabella Gabriel wants to kill me.
She doesnāt care that Iām only doing my job.
Whatās one apartment building in the grand scheme of things? Iām going to destroy it, and then Iām going to profit.
Itās what I live for. Itās how I made my fortune.
Clearly, sheās blinded by love. It must be the reason she barges into my office and declares war.
I want nothing to do with love.
But those bright, lush lips of hers murmuring my name? I wantĀ that. I shouldnāt want it. Weāre sworn enemies.
But you know what they say about enemies.
They look best when theyāre on their kneesā¦