By the time Declan burst through the front door of their suburban home, he was a hurricane of misplaced rage and desperation. He slammed the door so hard the framed photographs in the hallway rattled against the drywall.

"Sloane!" he bellowed, tearing off his muddy jacket and throwing it onto the

For a long, suffocating moment, the only sound in the cavernous boardroom was the faint hum of the climate control system. Declan stood frozen, his eyes darting frantically from Sloane’s cold, imperial gaze to Roman’s predatory smirk, and back again. His brain, wired for narcissism and control, viol

Vanessa Price froze, her manicured fingers halting mere inches from the heavy brass handle of the boardroom door. Slowly, she turned back around. Her wide, panic-stricken eyes darted between the three people in the room, finally landing on Sloane. The absolute authority radiating from the woman she