I married the monster who stole my legacy. It was not a treaty of peace. It was a hostile takeover.
To reclaim my murdered father's shipping empire, I became the legal property of a sociopathic syndicate boss. He believes he orchestrated the ultimate coup. He thinks he owns me. He is entirely unaware that I hold the encrypted ledger capable of destroying his entire reign.
But my new husband has his own lethal agenda. We are locked inside a high security fortress equipped with automated surveillance. Every dinner is a battlefield. Every shared public appearance is a weaponized performance. We both possess classified intelligence capable of sending the other to a federal black site for life. Divorce is an immediate death sentence.
We are locked in a psychological game of domestic chess. I just need to survive long enough to extract my corporate blackmail. The real danger is not his ruthless intellect or the automated deterrents guarding our suite. The true threat is the volatile, destructive physical attraction pulling us both toward the edge of ruin.
Spite marriage and hostile asset seizure
Lethal forced proximity in a locked fortress
A morally grey syndicate boss
Mutual kill switches and high stakes blackmail
A gripping enemies to lovers romance