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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 tried to ignore the lingering heat Peter had left in her veins.

For the rest of the day, she found herself distracted. She went through the motions at work, answering emails, making calls, but Peter's voice played on repeat in her mind.

"I am the only man you should be thinking about."

Why did he have to say things like that? Why did his presence feel so overwhelming?

And more importantly… why was she letting him get to her?

By the time she left work, she was exhausted—mentally and emotionally. She just needed to get home, take a long bath, and—

Peter was leaning against his black luxury car right outside the office building, looking like a predator lying in wait.

Naarah's pulse jumped. "Are you stalking me now?"

He smirked. "If I were, you wouldn't know it."

She rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Peter. What do you want?"

His smirk faded slightly. "A conversation."

Peter opened the car door. "Get in."

She stared at him. "You're kidding."

"Do I look like the type to joke?"

Naarah hesitated. The rational part of her screamed that this was a bad idea. But another part—the one that was dangerously curious about him—whispered that it might not be so bad.

Sliding into the passenger seat, she felt the cool leather against her skin as Peter closed the door behind her and got in on his side.

The air inside was thick with tension.

Peter didn't start the engine. Instead, he turned to her, his blue eyes dark with something unreadable.

Naarah frowned. "I told you before, I don't even like him."

Peter's jaw clenched. "Liking him isn't the problem. It's him that's the problem."

She crossed her arms. "Then why does he even bother with me?"

Something flickered in Peter's gaze—something almost dangerous.

There it was again. That possessiveness. That certainty.

"I mean it, Naarah." His voice was lower now, rougher. "I won't let him have you."

She should have been angry at his arrogance.

Something in the way he said it—like it wasn't just about protecting her, but keeping her—sent a shiver down her spine.

"You don't own me," she whispered.

Peter leaned in, just enough for his breath to brush against her skin.

Her grip tightened on her arms. "Y-You can't just say things like that."

Peter's lips tilted slightly. "Why not?"

She scowled. "Because it's not true."

His smirk deepened. "Then why are you blushing?"

She turned away, refusing to answer.

The engine purred to life, and as he drove, Naarah couldn't shake the feeling that she had just stepped onto dangerous ground.

CHAPTER 8