THE BILLION-DOLLAR NANNY OF THE MAFIA KING
READING AGE 18+
I didn’t even see him move until he was behind me, hands strong on my hips, pressing me flush against him. My breath hitched at the heat, at the impossible force of him.
“Kade…” I whispered, trembling, wanting him more than I should.
His lips brushed my neck, and I shivered violently. I was helpless, lost to him, every nerve on fire. My hands clutched at his chest, but he was already in control, claiming every inch of me with possession that both terrified and thrilled me.
When he groaned my name, low and rough, I knew there was no going back. I wanted him, all of him, and I would let him have me.
And it didn't matter if he was the Mafia King and I was the Nanny.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Amelia Rose was never meant to survive.
At twenty-two, she works three jobs to keep her drug-addicted parents alive, only to be beaten and sold by the very people she sacrificed everything for. When she wakes chained in a black-market auction house, her fate is sealed with a single, devastating bid.
Four billion dollars.
Kade Silvano is a man of cold calculations. A respected CEO by day and the unforgiving king of the underground by night, he attends the auction to observe, not to participate. Until Amelia steps onto the stage.
Silent. Defiant. Unbroken.
He doesn't buy her to be a hero; he buys her because he refuses to let anyone claim her. He brings her into his fortress under the guise of a nanny for his daughter, a role meant to keep her close and his hands clean.
But the "nanny" arrangement is a lie that keeps her safe and him sane.
In Kade’s world, mercy is a myth and obsession is a death sentence.
As the line between protector and captor blurs, Amelia realizes that falling for a monster doesn't mean you're safe. It just means you're the only thing he's willing to burn the world to keep.
In a world ruled by blood and power, love isn't a sanctuary.
It’s a cage.
Unfold
I woke up with a start, my heart hammering against my chest like a trapped animal.
For a split second, my nose searched for the scent of stale cigarette smoke, burnt spoons, and the rotting smell of the trash that always piled up in the corner of my parents’ kitchen.
I expected to feel the springs of my thin, lumpy ma……
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