No more weekend escapades to Aspen or skinny-dipping in Barcelona for me. No more security guards or private chauffeurs. My designer clothes and exclusive jewelry are all gone.
My life turned upside down when my father was charged for a crime he didn’t commit; a bomb explosion that took the lives of twelve people in the heart of Los Angeles.
Hope comes in the form of a gorgeous man and a deal I have no alternative but to accept. Ethan Koenig, a mysterious businessman I haven't heard of before, offers me a helping hand that comes with conditions...conditions that send fear into my heart and delicious shivers down my body.
Suspiciously familiar with my father's case, Ethan leads me toward dark secrets that go way beyond the bomb explosion. With each new revelation, I realize the man who's helping me might be the one behind it all.By the time I try to escape, it's too late. My heart is irrevocably lost to the man whose one and only purpose in life is to take revenge on my family.
Can he convince the public of his innocence and salvage his reputation to have his company remain in the game? No matter how he handles it, though, whether he'll actually live up to the expectations and be worthy of his new girlfriend’s loyalty and commitment remains to be seen.
I'm dirt poor and unattractive, whereas Loraine is beautiful and wealthy enough to wipe her nose with hundred dollar bills every day. Yet, she wants me to seduce her husband and the father of her kids--Kenneth D. Carter, the youngest and the sexiest self-made billionaire alive.
Icy air glides across my skin. I wake with an internal shiver.
My eyes flutter open to a dark room. My limbs are aching.
Confusion strikes. Where am I?
I don’t recognize the wooden walls, the nearly empty room that has just a bed and a table with chairs.
My bare breasts catch my eyes. I’m naked. My skin pricks with another cold shiver.
Reality starts to settle in, the fog in my head slowly dissipating.
The fight with Austin, Lena’s threat, Fran’s dead body in the bathtub…my heart leaps into my throat.
The shower I took in the hotel and the malicious cold hands all over me at the end, overpowering me, pressing a wet cloth over my mouth until everything turned dark.
I feel him above me, staring down at me, stiff as the chair behind him.
The truth shines across the corners of this dark, filthy room.
My eyes brim with tears when I finally direct them at him, at his blue, stormy eyes.
It really is him.
My sister’s murderer.