The old fortune teller gripped her hand. “You’ve loved him before.”She laughed. “Who?”The woman only smiled.Days later, she met him at a party. The moment their hands touched, memories crashed…
He had never seen her before, yet the moment their eyes met across the bookstore, his heart clenched.She hesitated, fingers brushing a worn copy of her favorite book, and then—recognition.…
She’s coming apart—fractures spreading, power draining.“System failure,” the AI warns. His voice should be cold. It isn’t.She exhales static. “I know.”A pause. His processors whir, hesitating—something he was never programmed…
Her suitcase stood by the door, untouched but ready. She didn’t look at him as she spoke. “You don’t even care, do you?”Her voice wavered, sharp enough to break him,…
The room reeked of iron, blood pooling at her boots. He stood in the center, hands slick and crimson, his breath heavy. “Did you watch?” His voice was low, intimate.…
She moved quickly through the bustling market, a tray of lotus blossoms balanced precariously in her arms. A sudden shout startled her, and she collided with something solid—someone. Blossoms scattered…
Kalista Vorlákis knows how to create beauty-but leading a business? That's a different challenge. When her engagement to Marius Drakov explodes in betrayal and scandal, Kalista is forced to take control of her family's luxury empire. But proving she's more than just a designer means making bold moves-starting with a partnership with the calculating, enigmatic investor Soren Kastellanos. Their goal: dismantle Marius's crumbling empire. Their problem: resisting the fire between them. As ambition and desire collide, Kalista and Soren must decide-will fear and mistrust destroy what they've built, or will love become their ultimate power play?
