His Golden Ambition, Her Ruin

Green, and I

o solid gold, a strange Midas Touch responsiv

recipient of my deepest love, and our penthouse glowed with

pened, a golden lace tear on a pillowcase,

mate ambition: to be the CEO of Inn

ulnerability, and I closed my eyes,

to the media, but at his first press conference, he announc

stroy

uel plan: Emily was his path to power, and I, merely "convenient," was t

uence-and my power-but I wa

my magic, my soul, all s

and a cybersecurity genius, offered a glimmer of

hen, a passage from my family's archives: a forbidden technique, a revers

va," Leo said. "Let him th

an, sharper and cle