Falling for the Disgraced Heir

rawled across Julia's couch. He stretched like a lazy cat, while J

she snapped, tying

our landlord should thank me. I'

ulia shot back. "And don't t

eft for her morning shift,

pack of instant noodle, and a wilting bunch of spin

an it be?"

e eggs were burnt to a crisp, the pan handle slick with greas

ves?" he groaned, dumping the charr

that. He shoved half the pile into the machine-colors, whites, everything together-and pressed ra

ack. "Why is it

standing barefoot on a towel, glaring at the rebe

ou do?!" sh

ed to

banned from the washing machine. And the stove. And-actually, just s

laughter sparkled in her ey

t, curiosity gnawing at him. She worked three jobs, s

customers with a practiced smile. When her manager barked at her for a

ng speed, her fingers flying, her back aching. Brandon stood by th

e. Brandon almost walked away, but then he saw the way she massaged

e a punch

yone work this har

ided he'd return t

, barely able to lift her head

"Rest easy. I'l

up. "No! Don

the kitchen. Pots banged, utensils clinked,

les. "God, I should've

instant noodle was overcooked, the spinach wilted into a sa

" he de

"Voilà what? F

. "It's no

t overcooked. Julia grab a spoon instead and she shoved a spoonful int

ng, clutching her stom

s. He hadn't heard genuine laughter in months-not directed at him, not

on dozed off on the couch. His jacket slipped off t

-an ID card. Her eyes sk

ndon Hugh

ers froz

powerful. They were infamous. They had ruined her father's co

chest, the letters blur

heir she'd dragged into her home wasn't just any runaway rich

rm of rage, disbelief, and

p, oblivious to the fire he