RECKLESS DEVOTION: The Billionaire's Dark Desire

had always been a

suits, the right words, the right connections. He moved through h

that was t

e believed in

n charming, successful, safe-everything a woman was supposed to want. He had swept her into a world of sleek boa

had convinced her

exterior, Nate had been

ly existed and bent the world around them. No, Nate's control had bee

ouldn't contr

roke

udin

ct her when she spoke too boldly in front of his colleagues. The way his hand would tighten around

e remarks when she outshined him in negotiations.

ly, the i

ain friends, claiming they weren't "aligned" with their future. Ste

happening, she was already suffocatin

had walk

had destr

use he l

er believed she could-she left him b

Nathaniel Carl

was not the man sitting in

Street, a CEO with a billion-dollar empire.

mbled to maintain his status. His temper had worsened, his drinking had

ame Alexan

d destruction. One by one, Nate's investors jumped ship. Clients reconsidered contracts. Hi

d

atching his empire be taken from him

matters worse, had

e part that

g the company. He cou

had lost something when she left. That she would regret

sitting in boardrooms

actly what kind

resence. He had watched high-society wives crumble under that effortless, suffocat

a was close to

key in his glass as he stared out over th

o

fall for a ma

oo smart

n't

aniel Carlisle felt something he had

e