THE BILLONAIRE OBCESSION

I was merely an inconspicuous part of Jeo Donald's empire, a struggling assistant. He was a harsh, cold man who never showed mercy. Until the night he fixed me with those piercing, cunning eyes. He didn't inquire. He made a demand. He would eliminate my debts if I were his. Be his, and I would no longer have to battle. I should have run when he stared at me like he owned me before I said yes. Instead, I fell—dangerous, quickly, and hard. Nobody could be aware of us. His enemies would use me to destroy him if they did. And that's precisely what took place. The man I had devoted my heart to was overthrown when the world turned against him. I betrayed him, they said. They claimed that when he most needed me, I left. However, they are unaware of the reality. It was never intended for Jeo Donald to lose, and he won't simply reclaim his kingdom when he gets back. I will be reclaimed by him. even if it means disclosing the one sinister secret that could potentially destroy us both.