Abigail Callahan

I swore I'd never forgive Warren Fitzpatrick for ruining my family. Now a freak accident has left me blind, and his board is forcing him to play my guardian in his cliffside mansion for three months straight. Every time his hands guide me through the dark, every late-night confession that cracks his arrogant armor, I feel that old hatred twisting into something far more dangerous. He says he destroyed my father's firm to protect me from a secret that could still destroy us both—but with rivals circling and my heart betraying me, I'm not sure if this obsession will heal me or burn everything down.

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?