“She thought the heavy warm arm draped over her waist in the dead of night was just a hauntingly real dream. But when the scent of gunmetal and Tom Ford cologne lingered on her pillow, she realized the terrifying truth. The missing billionaire wasn’t in Italy. He was in her bed. A maid with a crushed medical debt and a body the world made her feel invisible for. A mafia boss bleeding out, hiding in the secret passages of his own estate. She saved his life with antibiotics and butterfly closures. He kissed her like she was the only woman who’d ever existed. And the morning after, she learned what ‘what’s mine I keep’ really means.”
“She thought the heavy warm arm draped over her waist in the dead of night was just a hauntingly real dream. But when the scent of gunmetal and Tom Ford cologne lingered on her pillow, she realized the terrifying truth. The missing billionaire wasn’t in Italy. He was in her bed. A maid with a…
