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Power. Control. Discipline.

Peter Alexander built his empire on these principles, becoming the second wealthiest man in the world. Cold, ruthless, and dangerously untouchable, he has no patience for weakness—especially not the kind that comes from desire.

Then she walks into his life.

Naarah, a breathtaking beauty with an innocent heart, unknowingly steps into Peter’s world when she interrupts a high-stakes business meeting, challenging him in front of his board. Bold, unaware of the dangers surrounding her, she defies him without hesitation. And for the first time in years, Peter feels something stir—something dangerous, something forbidden.

But he’s not the only one who notices her.

His greatest rival, the world’s richest and most merciless man, sets his sights on Naarah, mistaking lust for love and believing she belongs to him. Deception, manipulation, and a deadly obsession pull her deeper into a world she doesn’t understand. And when she begins to mistake her confusion for feelings toward the wrong man, the stakes rise even higher.

Peter watches, his patience wearing thin, his control slipping. She should fear him—he’s a man who takes what he wants. Yet, she challenges him at every turn, awakening a hunger he can no longer ignore.

But when his rival crosses the line, threatening to steal everything, Peter will stop at nothing to protect the woman he can no longer deny belongs to him.

In a battle of power, passion, and possession, can Naarah resist the dark allure of the billionaire who wants to claim her? And when desire turns to something deeper, will Peter allow himself to surrender to the only thing he’s ever feared—love?

Taming the Billionaire’s Desire

Naarah stormed out of Alexander Enterprises, her pulse hammering in her ears. The paper Peter had given her was still clutched in her trembling fingers.

She had expected resistance. She had expected arrogance.

What she hadn't expected was this.

He had already secured the homes of the families she was fighting for. Why? Was it a game to him? A test?

She hated that she didn't know. She hated that she cared.

And worst of all—she hated that her mind kept replaying the way Peter had looked at her.

She shook her head, trying to clear the heat rising in her chest. Peter Alexander was the last man she needed to be thinking about.

But the problem was—she couldn't stop.

Meanwhile, at Carter Industries…

Damien Carter watched the footage again.

The security cameras outside Alexander Enterprises had captured everything. Naarah's tense shoulders, her furious expression, the way her fingers curled around the paper Peter had given her.

Peter had noticed her. That much was clear.

Leaning back in his chair, Damien sipped his whiskey, his mind already spinning with possibilities.

If Peter wanted her—he wanted her more.

And unlike Peter, he didn't play fair.

Naarah stood in her tiny kitchen, trying to focus on cooking.

Chop the onions. Add the seasoning. Don't think about Peter.

Every time she closed her eyes, she could see his intense gaze. Hear the teasing way he had called her little dove.

She barely knew the man. And yet, somehow, he had crawled under her skin.

And she had a terrible feeling he wasn't going to leave anytime soon.

A sudden knock at her door made her jump.

She frowned, wiping her hands on a towel before cautiously approaching.

Who could be visiting her at this hour?

When she opened the door, her breath hitched.

Damien Carter stood there, a charming smile on his lips, a bottle of wine in his hand.

"Surprised to see me?" he asked smoothly.

She barely knew Damien, but she had seen him before—on TV, in business articles. He was always standing right behind Peter Alexander, a silent shadow in the world of power.

"What—what are you doing here?" she stammered.

Damien's smile didn't waver. "I heard about your little stunt at Peter's company," he said, his voice velvety smooth. "I have to say—I'm impressed."

Something about his presence felt wrong.

But she forced herself to stay calm. "I'm not sure why that concerns you, Mr. Carter."

"It concerns me," he murmured, his dark eyes gleaming, "because Peter isn't the type to notice just anyone." He tilted his head. "But he noticed you."

Was that supposed to be a compliment?

Damien handed her the bottle of wine. "Consider this a friendly gesture."

She hesitated before slowly taking it.

"Why?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Damien's smile deepened. "Because, Naarah… I think we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing in her doorway—holding a bottle of wine she knew she would never drink.

Because somehow, she had the sinking feeling…

She had just stepped into a very dangerous game.

CHAPTER 5