Ava worked double shifts to pay off her fiancé's debts. He repaid her by kissing an heiress in her restaurant. Billionaire CEO Devon Vance offers a deal: marry him by midnight, he destroys them both. It's just revenge. Until the fake kiss feels real.

"You want your corporate throne back, Valentina? Beg for it," Voss rasps, crowding me into the corner. His knee parts my legs with brutal ease, and his hand slides down, finding me slick and desperate. "Let me suck your pleasure off my fingers while you take every inch of me." "You don't own me, Voss," I grit out, shoving my gun against his throat even as my hips traitorously tilt into his hand. He laughs—a dark, wicked sound—and hoists me up against the concrete. "Wrap those fucking legs around me, Valentina. Let me feel your nails in my back and your teeth in my shoulder while I stretch you out against this wall." His teeth bite hard into the shell of my ear, sending a hot, maddening shiver down my spine as his voice drops to a low, rough growl against my neck. "You're dripping for me, little princess... Accept it. You know that by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me not to stop." He spent years watching her from the dark. She spent her life learning how to kill monsters like him. When betrayal shatters her inner circle, Valentina Sterling is locked in a subterranean bunker with Voss—her father’s greatest enemy and her dirtiest obsession. Trapped together with guns drawn and blood on their hands, their murderous tension ignites into a raw, possessive frenzy. Explicit 18+ content. Loaded with dirty talk, high-stakes violence, and dark, obsessive dominance. #DarkMafia #EnemiesToLovers #AlphaMale #TouchHerAndYouDie #HighHeat

They boxed her out on the 14th floor at 6 p.m. for being "too emotional." Elara Varga spent three years making herself indispensable to Vance Holdings. Her reward? Her father, Richard Vance, calls her a liability and tells her to pack her office. The man sent to watch her pack is Julian Sterling Jr. — the landlord's son who owns the building she was just fired from. He doesn't hand her a box. He hands her a brass key with blue thread to 11 Harbor Street: a freezing barn his family bought for $2.8M and forgot. Inside: a scarred oak table, her dead mother's painting, and a $17M fraud buried inside an $80M shell. They don't cry. They incorporate. From that barn, with nothing but her mother's gold pen and his administrative override, they steal her father's Tier 1 clients. $3.1M. $11.7M. $40M. Until the barn outperforms the 14th floor with $112M. Now her father wants his clients back. His father wants his son to resign. And a charity board in Athens has frozen her mother's trust — and the harbor house in Koukaki where her mother hid the truth. He stood in front of her in a dark hallway. Now he has to stand beside her in the boardroom.