My father died inside a shipping container days before retirement. The police called it an accident. I knew it was murder. He had been investigating the Cross mafia family. At his funeral, Damian Cross appeared. The ruthless mafia heir didn't mourn my father. He watched me as if he knew exactly what I was looking for. Then I found footage placing Damian at the docks the night my father died. I should hate him. I do. But he offers me a deal I can't refuse. “Be my fiancée. Move into my estate, and I'll give you the files that prove who killed your father.” It's a trap. I know it's a trap. But I say yes. Inside his guarded mansion, I discover my father's coded notebook, a traitor hiding inside Damian's organization, and evidence that our families were connected long before my father's death. Damian is dangerous. Powerful. Impossible to read. And when he tells me, “I didn't kill your father, Ivy. But I know who did,” I have to decide whether to believe him or use him to uncover the truth. The closer I get to Damian Cross, the harder it becomes to remember that the man I'm falling for might be the monster I've been hunting all along.

I had forty one dollars and a dying father. He bought my debt before breakfast. Kane Cross owns this city and he owns my office too. For three years he never learned my name. Today he drops a contract on his desk and says marry me. Six months. One ring. Or my father dies at six o clock. I signed to save my dad's rough hands. Then I found my father's phone in his hospital bag. One message from Kane, six months ago. She is almost broke, as you planned. And my dad replied: Yes sir, as you wish. My own father sold me first. And page nine says if Kane bleeds, I belong to the chairman. Kane just got shot