HIS HEART, HER RULES

The wine bottle she had brought for their engagement celebration now lay in a pool of red ruin across the floor, mirroring the way her world was unraveling. She hadn't meant to wal

re the one who'd done something wrong. The silence in the room was louder that you could literally hear termites chewing u

job. Her heels clicked across the marble lobby of Blackwood Enterprises as she clutched her thin coat tighter ar

he kind of man who didn't waste time on kindness and certainly not on women like her. It wasn't her kind of thing but this job paid more than anythi

d, perfectly polished and cold as i

rinkles from her second

e that felt more like a fortress than an office. There was sleek black furniture, and luxurious furniture that sh

turn to

" he

lipped, commanding an

. Sharp jawline, dark eyes like midnight storms, and a presenc

eting?" he asked, flip

l agency back home. I le

There is no reference from your last job." His gaze li

She hadn't expected

," she said softly. "I

one remained flat. "I don't hire people running from

ture where I never have

things. Then, to her shock, he leaned back, nodded once,

d. "Just l

ople , Miss Monroe. If you're coming into my world, you come ready to fight." Her throa

host of respect and amu

ad landed the job. The pay was high, the hours were a bit brutal, and the boss was terrifying but it was

This Aria? She was choosing herself. Let the city be ruthl

rutal wo

of l

y not of Dami