Ember

He’ll burn it all to the ground to keep her.
Her fire will consume his soul.

Ember Cross

Today, my father gifted me with the best present he’s ever given me.

He died.

The House of Cross, the shoe fashion empire founded and helmed by the Cross family for the last three generations, rightfully belongs to me. It’s my inheritance. My legacy. But my father leaves it all to Asad Prince in his will, the stepbrother who tortured me as a child and makes my life a living hell as an adult. The betrayal is like a dagger sharp stiletto heel to the gut.

But that betrayal will cut both ways. The House of Cross is a front for an international drug empire. And I am the chemist who created the designer drug, Glass Slipper, that has made the Cross family billions.And I’m walking away, and taking that formula with me.

Asad Prince

She’s not going anywhere.

Not when I worked, schemed and killed to get to this place. Since my mother connived and seduced her way into Marcus Cross’ bed and home all those years ago, I had one goal. Play prince to Marcus’ king until one day I sat on the throne. Yes, I stole my stepsister’s birthright. But there’s no way in hell I’m letting Ember just leave. We can do this the hard way or the harder way.

God, I hope she opts for the harder way.

There’s only one thing I want as much as the House of Cross: to possess my stepsister’s body, mouth, her very soul. And the codicil in her father’s will demanding Ember marry to have access to her trust, and my threats ensure I get both. The company and Ember. And she can protest, threaten and fight but the result will be the same—her under me.