When my brother disappeared and left me holding his debt, I had two choices — face criminal charges or walk into Damian Voss's world and let him use me however he needed. I chose to survive. What I didn't choose was the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't watching. What I didn't choose was learning the shape of his silence well enough to know when something in him was breaking. I didn't choose any of that. But I stayed. Even when I knew I was a pawn. Even when he proved it. Even when loving him felt like holding something sharp with both hands and refusing to let go. Damian Voss is cold, calculating, and ruthless — and somewhere between the cruelty and the chaos, he became the only person I couldn't stop thinking about. I hate that. God, I hate that. But hate and love have always shared the same heartbeat, and mine hasn't been quiet since the day I walked into his office. Some men break you. Some men become your breaking point. Damian Voss is both