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In the glittering world of Manhattan's elite, two souls are bound by an unholy pact - a marriage contract forged to save their respective family legacies.
Kiara Davis, a beautiful but traumatized orphan, agrees to wed Mike Robinson, a ruthlessly ambitious billionaire with a soul as cold as the steel in his skyscrapers.
"I don't love you," Mike snarls, his icy eyes raking over Kiara's delicate form. "This is just business."
Yet amid the dizzying power plays and dizzying wealth, blazing desire ignites between them like a wildfire. Mike finds himself craving more from his beguiling new bride than just her virtue. And Kiara discovers there is fiery passion smoldering beneath Mike's unfeeling facade.
But their white-hot consummation could unravel at any moment when dark secrets and sinister agendas are unleashed from the shadows. Mike's depraved father and twisted half-brother join forces to destroy everything he's built.
"You were a fool to cross me, son," Robinson senior hisses menacingly. "I'll bury you just like I did your whore of a mother."
An undercover seductress from a rival company ensnares Mike in a dangerous erotic trap. And an old trauma surfaces from Kiara's past, threatening to splinter her fragile psyche once more when she whispers: "The girls...they hurt me again."
In the ultimate power struggle between ruthless ambitions and pure desires, who will surrender first? Amidst the grandeur and cutthroat stakes of New York's billionaire playground, Mike and Kiara must choose - embrace their all-consuming love...or let it consume them both into sweet oblivion.
Brace yourself for the sumptuous, high-stakes romance of the year in this tantalizing novel about passion, obsession, and letting yourself burn for love.

The Tycoon's Pawn

They arrived at Garrett's safe house a few hours later, the tension between them growing thicker as they approached. Garrett had been cooperative so far, but they were asking for something bigger now—something that could endanger him if Ruddy ever found out.

The small house was guarded by security, and as they stepped inside, Garrett was already waiting for them. He looked more disheveled than when they had last seen him, his face pale, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and resentment.

"I heard you stopped Ruddy's men," Garrett said, his voice shaky as he motioned for them to sit.

Mike didn't bother with pleasantries. "We need to know about Ruddy's offshore accounts, Garrett. You gave us enough to get the authorities interested, but we need more. We need details—account numbers, locations, everything."

Garrett's eyes widened. "Offshore accounts? Look, I already told you everything I know about his deals and connections. I don't know anything about—"

Chapter 101