A debt I can't pay. A billionaire who won't let me forget it. A past that won't stay buried. Sinclair Whittier is everything I despise-ruthless, privileged, the son of the man who ruined my family. I swore I'd never let his kind have power over me.
Then the accident happened.
The nursing lab he funded-destroyed under my watch. Now, to repay the damages, I have no choice but to work in his mansion, living under his rules. And I hate him for it. I hate his piercing gaze, his infuriating arrogance, the way he watches me like he's waiting for me to break.
But hate is a dangerous thing. Because when Sinclair and I collide, our pasts ignite like fire and gasoline. Beneath his cold exterior, I see the cracks-the scars he hides, the loneliness he won't admit. And when he looks at me, I see something else: a man who wants to own me.
I swore I'd never be his.
Even if my body tells me otherwise. Even if, deep down, I wonder if the real danger isn't Sinclair at all...
The line between love and hate is razor-thin-and I think I just crossed it.
