🔥 One kiss. One night. One forbidden desire. 🔥 Eva Sinclair is the perfect heiress—rich, untouchable, and bound by duty. Finn Carter is the ultimate temptation—cocky, gorgeous, and completely off-limits. Their worlds were never meant to collide… until a charity auction puts him on stage, and she places the winning bid. The moment their lips meet, it’s pure fire—a kiss so dangerous, so reckless, it threatens to burn down her perfect life. From private jets to hidden escapes, stolen touches to scorching nights, their passion is forbidden but unstoppable. But when secrets unravel and betrayal looms, will their addiction to each other destroy them… or set them free? Off-the-charts chemistry. Heart-stopping twists. Your next binge-worthy obsession starts NOW.

He killed them. My father. My two brothers. All on the day that was supposed to be my wedding. The screams of my mother still echo in my mind, raw and endless, a sound no child should ever hear. And me? I wasn't screaming. I wasn't crying. I wasn't even breathing. I remember the blood-warm, sticky, staining my hands. Mine or theirs, I still don't know. Everything blurred together: the deafening gunshots, the choking scent of death, the shattered fragments of what was once my life. One moment, I was a bride. The next, a prisoner. Now I sit on his bed. The monster. My captor. The man who ripped my world apart and now wants to claim what's left of me. He says he'll marry me, as if binding me to him could erase what he's done. As if owning my body would mean owning my soul. But he can't have it. Or maybe... he already does. Am I still alive? I don't know. The girl l was before is gone, buried under grief and rage and fear. What's left is hollow—a shell waiting for him to return and decide my fate. My hands tremble as I trace the scars that will never heal. My body might be his for the taking, but my spirit? That belongs to the dead. And yet, some part of me whispers: Fight. But fight for what? There's nothing left. Nothing but the sound of his footsteps echoing down the hall. He's coming....

“You need to add the sauce now,” Lucien murmured, his breath grazing her ear. “Otherwise, the batter will sour, don’t you think?” Seraphina’s heart leaped in her chest as she turned, startled. She shifted slightly, trying to create space, but realized with a sinking feeling that Lucien had leaned in so close that she could feel the warmth of his body pressed against her back. His proximity was suffocating, his presence too overwhelming, like a shadow that refused to recede. “Thank you, Chef. I’ll add it,” she replied quickly, stepping aside to put just enough distance between them. Her pulse raced, and she fought to steady her breath, chalking it up to his usual mentorship. But as she focused on her work, she couldn’t ignore the unsettling intensity in his gaze, the way it lingered on her as if he was studying her, measuring her reaction. It was different now. Too different.