“You’re just like a sister to me.”Those were the actual words that broke the camel’s back.Not after what just happened.Not after the hot, breathless, soul-shaking night we spent tangled in each other’s arms.I knew from the beginning that Tristan Hayes was a line I shouldn’t cross.He wasn’t just anyone, he was my brother’s best friend. The man I spent years secretly wanting.But that night… we were broken. We had just buried our parents. And the grief was too heavy, too real.... so I begged him to touch me.To make me forget. To fill the silence that death left behind.And he did. He held me like I was something fragile.Kissed me like I was the only thing he needed to breathe.Then left me bleeding with six words that burned deeper than rejection ever could.So, I ran. Away from everything that cost me pain.Now, five years later, I’m back.Fresh from rejecting the mate who abused me. Still carrying the scars of a pup I never got to hold.And the man waiting for me at the airport isn’t my brother.It’s Tristan.And he's not the guy I left behind. He's a biker.An Alpha.And when he looked at me, I knew there was no where else to run to.

"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable.Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it."We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not."Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child."The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life""Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit.................Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge.Mia Meyers was born to rule her father’s empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?

I hate Adrian Blackwell.Arrogant. Controlling. Infuriatingly handsome. The billionaire CEO of Blackwell Enterprises has been my worst nightmare from the moment I walked into his office. He’s ruthless in business, impossible to please, and worst of all, he enjoys making my life difficult.I should despise him. And I do.But then he touches me.One stolen kiss. One moment of weakness. And suddenly, I see a different side of him, one that’s raw, consuming, and dangerously addictive. The cold, untouchable CEO isn’t as emotionless as he pretends to be. Underneath the tailored suits and sharp words, there’s a man who looks at me like I’m his greatest temptation… and his biggest mistake.He pushes me away. Then pulls me closer. A maddening, impossible game.I should walk away before he breaks me.But when he whispers my name like it’s the only thing keeping him sane… when his hands claim me like he’ll never let go… I know I’m already his.Even if he refuses to admit it.Because Adrian Blackwell doesn’t do love.And if I’m not careful… he’ll prove it.