After being left at the altar, Sebastian Knight swore off love forever. Now, he’s a ruthless billionaire, his heart as cold as the empire he rules. No emotions. No weaknesses. Just control. 

Sophia isn’t your average girl. With a body that turns heads, a face that stops time, and a confidence that dares anyone to challenge her, she’s a walking temptation. The kind of woman who doesn’t need saving—she’s her own damn hero. 

To Sebastian, she’s just another distraction. “She’s just a girl”.

 But when their worlds collide, sparks fly, and suddenly, she’s the one thing he can’t control. 

He’s the master of his domain, and she’s about to become his most captivating challenge. In his arms, she’s more than just a girl,she’s his greatest obsession. And while he may be in charge, this game of power and passion is anything but predictable. 

Because when a girl like Sophia meets a man like Sebastian... who’s really in control? 

The man in charge

Sebastian gripped the bottle of whiskey tightly, staring into its amber depths as though it held answers. 


Georgia. Pregnant? The words echoed in his mind like a cruel taunt. Nothing felt right anymore. 


He set the bottle down abruptly and hurried to Sophia's room. She hadn't answered him last night, and the knot of worry in his chest only tightened. He knocked, waited, and knocked again. 


Maybe she needs space, he thought, forcing himself to walk away. But the unease stayed with him long after he closed his own door. 


By dawn, Sebastian awoke to the soft sounds of movement. Downstairs, Eve was cleaning the living room, her every movement stiff and unsteady. 


"Eve," he called, his voice gravelly with sleep. 


She jumped at the sound of his voice, straightening too quickly. "M-Mr. Knight," she stammered. 


Eve swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze. "Mr. Knight, she... she..." 


What are you Sophia?