Abigail Callahan

I just publicly destroyed Andrei Harrington at the gala for ruining my family's firm. Next morning, the ruthless billionaire buys my company and legally traps me in his isolated mountain estate for six months. Now I’m stuck breathing the same air as the man I hate, where every venom-laced fight somehow ends with us too close, too heated, and too damn aware of each other. Six months of this and I might lose more than my pride—I might lose my heart to the enemy.

I woke up in a hospital bed with no memory of the last year, a positive pregnancy test in my hand, and the woman I swore I'd never speak to again offering me the only roof for miles. Vivian Bellingham—sharp, untouchable, and the last person I wanted near my baby—says the child is hers. But I can't remember touching her, kissing her, or falling so hard I destroyed us both. Now I'm stuck in her cliffside mansion, belly growing, while every accidental brush of her fingers makes my body remember what my mind won't. How long can I pretend this baby isn't ripping us both apart again?