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.
Chapters
The car smelled like new leather and old mistakes. I sat in the back seat, nails digging halfmoons into my palms, counting the driver's careful breaths like they might warn me before everything explod...
Read more →Morning light didn't matter when you couldn't see it. I still felt the shift, the way the air warmed against the glass walls and the ocean's roar sharpened like it had a grudge. My fingers kept tracin...
Read more →The therapy room still smelled like her. Eucalyptus and that faint trace of sugar from the coffee I'd watched her dump into her mug like it was medicine. I sat on the rubbery floor with my back agains...
Read more →The alarm died with a mechanical click, but the silence it left behind felt worse. Like the house was holding its breath along with us. Warren's footsteps had already moved ahead, fast and purposeful...
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