The Billionaire’s Ruin: Her Counterattack

Three years. I counted every second. Now I'm in King Enterprises, watching Rowan King through glass walls. He doesn't recognize me. Good. Ava Cole died the day he put my father in prison. "Ava Pierce?" His assistant scans my resume. My fake resume. "Mr. King will see you now." My heels click against marble. Calm. Calculated. I practiced this walk for months. Rowan King looks up from his desk. Billionaire. Criminal. The man who destroyed my family for a merger. Dark suit. Cold eyes. Same cruel mouth that smiled while police dragged my dad away. "Sit." One word. An order. I sit. Cross my legs. Let him look. Let him think I'm just another woman he can buy. "You want to be my executive assistant." Not a question. "I'm the best you'll find." I slide my portfolio across his desk. Inside: three years of faked credentials. One real goal. He doesn't touch it. He studies me instead. "Why King Enterprises?" "Because you only hire winners, Mr. King. And I never lose." His mouth twitches. Almost a smile. "We'll see." He stands. Six-foot-four of lethal power. He walks around the desk until he's too close. I smell his cologne. The same one from that night. The night my father's company burned. "You're hired, Miss Pierce." His finger lifts my chin. "Don't disappoint me." His touch burns. But I smile. "Oh, I won't disappoint you, Mr. King." I meet his eyes. "I'll ruin you." Of course, I only say that last part in my head. For now.