Anastasia is broke, desperate, and officially the most wanted woman in the city after she does the one thing nobody with a working survival instinct would ever do. She steals from Kashmir Reeves. Accidentally. That's it. That's the mistake that ruins her life. Because Kashmir doesn't do payment plans. He does exactly one thing with people who take from him, and Anastasia has no death wish, so she runs. She sends the money back in pieces, a little every month, an unsigned letter, apology letters in every envelope. Fate is not on her side. She ends up working for him. Now she is surviving one day at a time, right under the nose of the most dangerous man she has ever wronged, while somewhere in his office, he is rereading her latest letter for the fourth time and losing his mind over a woman he has never seen. He hates Anastasia in flesh, but he is obsessed with the version of her who writes to him. He doesn't know they're the same person. And she has no idea the hunt stopped being about money a long time ago.

"Mr. Ambrose, please refrain from touching me like that." I pulled away from him, my voice steady despite the unsettling situation. His hands, which had been resting on my waist, now moved slowly downward. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. "Why? I get to see the house before I buy it, but not you before I... marry you?" Confusion washed over me. What was happening? I had come here to show him the property he was interested in, only to find myself pressed against the wall by a man who had shown no interest in me from the beginning. How had things escalated to this? I’m Maeve Cruz, and this is the story of how my one attempt at doing something good turned into a complete disaster. I had made a vow to my best friend that I would stop pursuing her brother if she could just find it in her heart to forgive me for trying to use her as a bridge to him. I promised to leave him alone, to put an end to my unrequited feelings. But the moment I made that promise, everything seemed to unravel. Despite my vow, I found myself crossing paths with him more frequently than I ever expected. And not just in ordinary places—our encounters occurred in the most unexpected and unconventional circumstances. It was as if, despite my best efforts to move on, he was somehow drawn to me in ways that defied logic. The man who had previously been oblivious to my existence was now inexplicably interested in me, and his methods of showing it were anything but conventional. My attempts to do the right thing had only led to a series of complications I couldn’t have anticipated.